"Juliet. I told you not to come here. Stop bothering us when we are working. Put your claws away; she is one of us. Christa, let me introduce my younger sister Juliet Bush. She just turned eighteen and shifted a few days ago. "Solomon reaches forward and throws his arms around his little sister.Juliet Bush has short brown hair and a pale complexion; she is about five feet and five inches, the same height as Christa. Her eyes are still red as she tries to pull back her hands."It is so nice to meet you. I am Christa, and I just begin to shift this month. Maybe you could be my teacher." Christa is always kind to strangers; being raised in an intellectual family and receiving an excellent education. She thinks it’s only common courtesy."You are too old to be a student. Why is she here? "Juliet fixed the lady who said hello to her with a hostile glare. Soon Juliet gets rid of her brother and jumps into Evan."Don’t be rude, Juliet. Please forgive her, Christa." Soloman asks for Christa’
It is customary for the Morrie family to have family dinners on weekends because Alfred Morrie and Eva Morrie love to entertain and have family meals. Everyone follows the custom of family reunions religiously every week; they always dedicate the meal to discussing various social, political, and ethical issues.The weekend break is just the tonic Christa needs, but her attempts to escape from the claustrophobia of family life have failed. For the universe is playing its little tricks again, Christa doesn’t even be able to say NO. She knows instantly that something must have happened at the dinner party that could lead to her death.Lewis made no secret of his hatred for formal occasions; his mother always complains that he makes excuses to chicken out of family occasions such as weekend dinners. Since it is the first dinner together after Christa and Lewis get married, Eva orders Christa to bring Lewis.Early in the morning, Christa gets up to jog and could see her mother-in-law is bu
"Mum, Dad. You come early. How was the ride? I miss you very much." Christa comes trotting down the steps from the lobby and embraces her mother.Savanna Taylor is an educated, amiable, and exquisitely dressed professor at the university; she is an excellent mother and listener. Christa has this unaccounted feeling that red tea belongs to her mother, for it is elegant, composed, and uncomplicated.Dean Taylor, on the other hand, is a severe man who seldom smiles or is easy to talk with. He is a president at the university and home because he is always exceedingly strict with Christa. Fortunately, Christa is not afraid of her father at all."Behave yourself. Christa, you are a married woman now." Dean raises his voice to his daughter. Christa paid no attention to whatever her father had said, but still acted like a spoiled child. Soon there is a tight group of people around them."Let’s move to the garden, shall we? I believe Alfred has already finished his reading." Eva shows the way.
Professor Sterling was very sharp with her when Christa was late, especially when she didn’t have an adequate explanation for arriving an hour late and upset all his arrangements."It’s very unlike you to be so late. Christa. You don’t look well-perhaps you should go to the doctor." Says Kenneth Sterling standing, who polishes his glasses with a handkerchief."I am so sorry. Professor Sterling. I’m all ill this weekend, but I am getting better now. The class will begin in a few minutes; we should go now." Christa carries his book and follows him to the classroom.Professor Sterling’s affirmative nod seems a shade of reluctance. He chooses Christa as his TA because she is well-connected. Kenneth is one of the few lecturers in this department who don’t have tenure; hence he thinks Christa could be a helper."Attention, please. We have a new teaching assistant for this class today-Christa. Please feel free to email her or call her if you have any questions about the course." Kenneth anno
"Christa, Christa, are you there?" There is what sounds far away, like a howl of outrage from the deception. Then, as it grows, it is a voice she has heard before.Christa Taylor opens her eyes to realize that she is sitting in front of the mirror and looks magnificent in her stitched-by-hand wedding dress. Her best friend Louisa Clinton is putting make-up on her, and she opens and shuts her mouth, unspeaking. Suddenly everything freezes around her; it is as if time stood still. She tries to keep a poker face even though the situation scared her to death. An attack of paralysis seizes her; Christa can’t move her head or legs; it feels like her spirit gets stuck in her own body. She has time to cool down and realizes what has happened more objectively.What just happened? Right, she was dead.It was their first wedding anniversary; her husband Lewis Morrie was on duty till midnight; Christa was going to the hospital as a surprise to celebrate their anniversary with Lewis, a gynecolog
"Honey. Do you feel uncomfortable with your dress?" Lewis is holding her hand as speaking, gently caressing her back. His well-defined jaw juts stubbornly forward.A chill shiver ripples over her skin; Christa appears not to know what is happening, why it feels like the unreasonable desire to tear him apart possesses her. Looking at all the accusing faces, she feels a sudden urge to run away.It is the perfect time to call off the wedding. There is nothing wrong with it."I am fine. Honey, I can’t wait for you to marry me." Every time she tries to tell them she wants to cancel the wedding, the words come out differently.Christa tries, again and again, to tell them what she really wants. Only they could not hear it. It is not a while until she realizes that even if she goes back into a time machine, Christa can’t change anything that has already happened. It seems to the universe is playing with the poor lady; Christa is in a no-win situation.There are more rules about the Reborn sh
The next morning, waking up to someone who is touching her in a sexy way-it is a state of mind in between wakefulness and dream; she experiences a kind of falling sensation when her soul goes back to her body.Lewis is kneeling at the bedside, licking her legs to her lady parts. It feels so good that she can’t resist it. Christa used to love wake-up sex in the morning; Lewis has already finished the foreplay.Suddenly she is aching all over and the pain rings a bell in her head. Christa knows she has to stop him, but her hot skin wants more. She hesitates for the merest fraction of a second; Lewis is inside her."Fuck me, Lewis." She moans in a low whisper.Friction between moving parts in an awkward position, the pain is receding slightly. Who cared? If he would lead her to hell, why not let him take her to heaven first? She has lived a second life; she has done playing a good girl; it is late for her to obey any instructions to the letter. Lewis is working harder than usual; he roc
A man goes over to start up a conversation, asking Louisa who she is waiting for. Louisa points at the couple who are walking towards her. Feeling embarrassed, the man mutters a few words and walks off. "Hey, girl, you look perfect; you could be a heartbreak." Christa walks to Louisa’s side and hugs her; Lewis sits on the chair opposite the dining table."Thank you, Christa. Good to see you, Lewis." Louisa has captivated the room with her sexy, body-conscious dress that enhances her amazing curves; Christa finds that Louisa is stared at and ogled. Without a word, Lewis shows no inclination to talk. Lewis gestures with a wave of his hand and turns his head to look at the ocean. The two girls chat about such trivia as their favorite kinds of dresses and make-up, then they spend half an hour talking gossip about their friends while Lewis sits quietly and plays with his phone. Christa was warming up the conversation, preparing for an onslaught. Otherwise, why should she arrange dinner