For PeterT, with apologies.**BG**

The following is a story, only a story and is meant as entertainment, only.
It in no way implies any violence on the part of any characters you may or may not think you recognise.
No characters were actually harmed in the telling of this story.
And, now you enter the...

Eyes of Laura Nometatalk

It was there, in her eyes, the way I'd seen it a thousand times in my dreams, the light of the candles, sparkling, glinting off of her many prismed lenses. What depths of beauty promised there! What pleasure promised, too! Ah, my sweet, the eyes of my dreams...never flinching, always gazing into the flames, piercing my heart...like the ethereal beauty of burning, fleeting light, her eyes flickered as she opened her ruby red lips and said,

What? Um...I thought we were talking about how my day went. Oh, you, um...yes, you wrote a journal, so what was it like? What, um, no not the videotaping your students did, I thought we were talking about your journal...What? What trip to Rio? What about your journal? Then you did what with your guitar? Look, can't you keep on track here? Focus, okay...I can't possibly follow you on all these tangents you're running on about. By the way, do you like my hair?

It was then I saw the flame go out...the candle's, too. Her eyes became dull and lifeless, the eyes of a harridan, how could I have ever seen promise in those eyes...now duller as she quietly sank to the floor, my elegant fingers wrapped around her throat, telling her...You should have told me what your last name meant!!