O.K.

So I clicked and chose "sit" Enjoyed my turkish coffee and listened to her laments.

Turns out this time of year brings up lots of bad memories for her. Her name is Gwendolyn. She feels guilty for eating all her husbands. But I assured her its in her nature and she'd probably be more miserable if she didn't eat them. I felt rather glad I was girl at that moment, oh and not a spider. I didn't bother to ask who's blood that was. It was still fresh and smelled faintly of Drakkar cologne. I got shivers.

Done