One day, I was at the supermarket when I caught a glimpse of Troll loitering at the biscuit shelf. He was browsing the shelf. A large group of young students milled around the shelf, busy selecting their choice snacks for some party. I gingerly picked my way past the crowd. I almost passed by Troll without incident when suddenly, a couple of boys moved past me in a hurry. Without warning, Troll came up against me and brushed past me.

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I loved it and felt gratified Bill obliged to dissolve my insecurity.

“Its your turn now,” Bill waited expectantly.

I pursed my lips together and smacked him them together. “Good night, Bill”. He whistled softly and said quietly, “Thank you.”

Before I hung up, I heard him say, “Good night, love.”

Continued in Part 19.

This is another story about the Other Side. Lisa Niemi, Patrick Swayze’s widow, wants to sell their ranch. Niemi said the ranch home held too many painful memories. Swayze spent his dying days at the ranch.

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There was a pregnant pause as Bill and I said goodnight to each other. “I’ll miss you,” he said softly. “Same here,” I told him.

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Bill called me up that night, as promised. He introduced himself properly and talked about his life, his work, his hobbies and stuff that tested the waters to see what we could share in common. I could detect the anxiety in his voice. He was sexy, oozed sex appeal, but was humble enough to know he had to win me over completely before making another move.

Part 17 will be posted soon.