Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.Tuesday, in Psychology class, they discussed ESP: precognition, telepathy, telekinesis, out-of-body experiences, paranormal things like that. Ruth said, "That's bunk. Prof. Lamachi, I challenge you to show some objective evidence of genuine ESP. If you can't, Dr. Lamachi, stop pretending that psychology is a science.""Miss Minton," he said, "there is evidence and there is evidence. Some people just don't have the talent, and
Wednesday, before Ruth left for the campus, she climbed the stairs to the apartment above hers, Mrs. Pronko's. Mrs. Pronko, only a few years older than Ruth, had two small children. There was no Mr. Pronko. "Mrs. Pronko, was there was anything in the morning paper about a rape?""No, Ruth," she said, "I didn't see anything like that, not on the front page, anyway."Wednesday night, Ruth dreamt that she was some kind of feminist nut. She was stalking a guy who had been accused of date rape. Ruth, whoever she was in her dream, caught up with him in the shadows behind the field house. Ruth felt a thrill of satisfaction, as she struck, dropped him with a blow to the head. She used a bronze statue of Athena which "Ruth" had won as some sort of award. She examined it, in the dim light, to see if anything had broken or bent when she heard that THOCK, the sound of bronze meeting bone.The young man lay unconscious on the ground. She rolled him onto his back and undid his belt, unzipped his fl
Ruth had brought a pizza home, and she pigged out, studying for a chemistry exam Friday morning. Finally, when she had actually memorized the last chapter, she glanced up at the clock and realized she had to get some sleep. No point going into an exam groggy. She brushed her teeth, used the bathroom, and crawled into bed. It seemed to her that she was instantly asleep.Then the dreams began, wild dreams! She dreamt she was a freshman student, in Gibson dorm, and her roommate had left to go home for the weekend. The roommate lived in Cleveland. Ruth didn't know how she knew that. She dreamt that she put tape over the automatic lock on the east fire exit so her boyfriend could sneak in and come to her room. She pushed her room door closed and made sure it was locked. He put his arms around her. They kissed. He pulled her tightly against him, so she could feel his manly, athletic body pressed against hers. She felt his hands slide down to grasp her buttocks, and felt a little tingle as h
It was nearly midnight when the Friday night crush was over, and it was spooky, standing by the bus stop. Ruth shivered a little, standing there in her light waitress uniform. There was a big, bright full moon. She felt conspicuous and vulnerable. It would have been more sensible to change into my jeans, she thought. She could imagine a car full of men stopping and kidnapping her.Finally, her bus came into sight, groaned and sneezed to a stop, and she got on, got into the warm security of the dark steel box with the familiar smells, body odor, diesel fumes, stale perfume, and she could see a few familiar forms of passengers stolid in their seats. In the anonymity of the dark bus, humming slowly through the darkened streets, she finally felt more secure. No one was staring at her. No one was threatening her.When Ruth got home, Mrs. Pronko had left the newspaper by her door. The headline read, "Student Found Dead." Ruth hurried inside, locked the door, and read all about it. A student
The sky was turning dark as a storm was gathering, Serena felt a sprinkle of raindrops falling on her tear stained face as she stood by her father's grave.A letter from Sebastian Contè the CEO of Él Contè Investment Company lay crumpled into a ball in her hand, this paper was the reason why her father had a massive heart attack, the reason he was dead and buried.The letter stated that Sebastian was calling in the loan her father had taken out to keep his ranch running, and not being able to make the payment as at due date, Sebastian sent his men to close down and burn the ranch.This broke Serena's father and his will to live, the ranch was his only businesses, the source of his income which he uses to take care and support himself and Serena who would be graduating from college.Serena was left homeless with little money to live on, she had no relative, her mother died when she was in labour rooom, and the only person she had just died because of the cold heartless Sebastian.The t
"How long will you be staying with us miss?" The woman behind the counter asked, giving Serena a friendly smile."Uhm, iam not sure yet, few days I guess or maybe less....." Serena said, smiling back at the woman, ".... Could you tell me if Mr Sebastian Contè will be dining here anytime soon?" She asked, looking directly into her eyes."Mr Sebastian dines here every Tuesday and Friday evening, are you a friend of his miss?" The female staff asked, looking Serena over.Serena saw the woman was checking her out, she knew she did not in any way look like she belong in a place as fancy as this, talk more of asking about the popular old billionaire in New York, but she shook off the feeling and looked at the woman, " Yes, in a manner of speaking"She turned and headed towards the elevator, after being shown her room Serena explored it, never had she stayed in such a beautiful room, the carpet was so thick and soft under her now bare feet, a large window showed the view of the street below.
Once they were both seated a waiter came over and poured them each a glass of champagne leaving the bottle on the table.She waited while he made a call, from the look of their conversation it sounds like he was breaking a date."Something came up, let's get together another time, I will call you" he said to the person on the other end of the line as he gives Serena a smile.Serena took a sip of her champagne, and smiled back at him."So tell me Miss Serena, what is such a beautiful woman as yourself doing here alone""Please call me Serena" she said, almost Rolling her eyes, instead she gave him a small smile."Only if you will call me Sebastian" he replied."That is no big deal, well Sebastian iam here on a vacation, I have heard a lot about this hotel here in New York and always wanted to come""You came all the way down to New York alone? It is not safe for a young woman to travel unaccompanied" he said, and sat back to study her face, trying to read her."A friend was going to jo
Meanwhile Sebastiant thought in the meantime he would enjoy getting to know Serena and into his bed, she may well prove to be entertaining in and out of bed, she was way young and fresh, there was fire and passion in those green eyes of hers. Lately he has been getting so bored with all the women he knew, they were boring as shit in bed as well as outside the bedroom, he wanted someone with fire, someone with passion and Serena might just be the one to bring him to a whole new height of sexual satisfaction.Sebastian entered the penthouse he rented earlier since he usually have a woman spend the night with him whenever he dine in his favorite hotel, but meeting Serena he cancelled his date and now he sat alone in his bedroom with a scotch in his hand.As he looked out he window he became restless and now wished he had brought Serena with him, the way she ran her long painted finger nails along her cleavage bringing his attention to her breast had aroused him.Sebastian could picture