"Face it Bette darlin’ I own ya," she whispered seductively in my ear. I let out a long moan, which is something that would never happen with anyone else. I do NOT moan, it’s a sign of weakness.

"W-who are you?" I groaned as she teasingly removed her hands from me and stood up with a wide grin.

"You can’t have the answers to everythin’ sweetums," she answered with a failed attempt at a wink, "but you can call me, T."

"T," I repeated sitting up with a goofy grin. I looked up at her illuminated by the bright sun acting as halo around her. My heart skipped a beat as she smiled that beautiful smile, waved and turned around slowly. Her hair whirled around landing perfectly along her bare, creamy back.

Then she started walking away, along the coast of the beautiful beach just as the sun started to set, as if her departure indicated the end of the day and the start of night. I watched her disappear into the distance with a sad smile on my face. It was always hard to see the woman I was in love with disappear into the horizon. Sad huh? I’m in love with a figment of my imagination, someone who probably doesn’t even exist.

I was startled out of my meditation by a harsh kick to the shin. My eyes snapped open and immediately anger surged through me. There’s nothing I hated more than an interrupted meditation. I sat up on my bed in my ridiculously large bedroom, and looked to the side at the sleeping blonde who couldn’t hold a penny to T, the woman of my dreams. I wonder why she gave me an inkling of what her name was. After 150 years of dreaming about her and asking her who she was, she finally gives me something.

Instead of pondering on potential reasons, I look over to the naked blonde beside me. What was her name again? Nadia or some shit like that.

I stood up from my bed and hurriedly got dressed and slipped on my cloak. I turned to the fuck I chose for the night and lifted my hand into the air. My teleport power flipped the blonde right out of my bed and down to the floor face first.