It’s Thursday?

*Looks around and ducks head*

Yes, I forgot to read the next few chapters of That 3rd Book. Oops!

So for your reading enjoyment, here’s another snippet from my NaNo wip. Enjoy!

Warning; unedited content.

“Do you get the feeling you’ve known me? Or that I vaguely remind you of someone?”

Oh god…she’d slept with him before, only didn’t remember. Shit!

“Not exactly.” Tricia shook her head and frowned. Who was he?

“We’ve never formally met.” His fingers stroked her hair. “But I’ve known you for a long time.”

A stalker? A devoted customer? “But the restaurant’s only been open for two years.”

“Yes; I’m proud of your success.”

“Did we go to college or high school together?” Thoroughly confused, Trish searched her memory.

“No. Tricia, try to understand what I’m saying. I met you when you were four years old.”

“Four years….We were living in the country…..our nearest neighbor was a mile away. I don’t remember any playmates until I started school….were our mothers friends or something?”

“I didn’t meet you in that manner.”

“I’m waiting.”

Brock took a deep breath. “You say you had no playmate. But you had an imaginary friend.”

A shock chilled her blood. “How….how did you know?” Indignation took over. “Lots of children do that; so what?” But the memory assaulted her. She’d spilled her secrets, her most private thoughts over the years, to an imagined best friend. It had become a habit by the time she’d reached the third grade, and had often talked to her favorite doll or stuffed animal, until her hormones kicked in at puberty, and she’d discovered boys. But even at night, sharing a dorm room at college, or even an apartment, she’d found herself silently talking to herself, expressing thoughts she couldn’t tell anyone else, or even write in a diary.

Brock tipped her face upward. “You’re remembering.”

She felt the color drain from her face. “Who are you?”

Brock cleared his throat. “At four, you called me ‘Louis’. At eight, it was ‘Shawn’. At twelve, you decided you needed female companionship, so I became ‘Kathy’. And as time went on, various other names of men you liked.”

“How…how can you know this?” Tricia struggled to sit up and stay in control of her swirling emotions. “God, you make me sound like a mental case!” She wrapped the blankets around her and turned her back.

She heard him shift his weight. “I’m….not exactly from Earth.”

That did it. Tricia got to her feet and pointed to the door. “Out.” She refused to admit the sight of his naked body still aroused her. “Out, before I call security.”

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What do you think? I’m already on chapter five, and this wip has taken a very strange turn. I’m hoping to get this finished and submitted for next year. And yes, I’ll try to remember to do my ‘homework’ for next week.

Tomorrow: Thanksgiving 1993 Surprise:)