Woman With a Dolcett Dream
Danielle Thorpe was asleep in her bed, unaware of the feint green aura that was hovering by her window. It flickered by the glass; lingering for some minutes, peeping in through the curtains before silently clambering through the window and glancing around. On the far side of the room there was a bed, one half of it empty, the other half containing a beautiful woman. Her breathing was calm and regular. Her hair was sprayed evenly on her pillow in the shape of a fan. The light paused, and...