"For my goddess!" my fierce wife yelled, drawing her bronze dagger and charging as Lilith fled past us.I drew my own dagger, and danced forward. For a...year, Lana and I had learnt how to fight with the dagger. We weren't the same helpless women Mark had enslaved on the Island Explorer a year-and-a-half ago. We weren't going to be his slaves ever again.Mark's sword slammed into my wife's face. It didn't cut her. It was a Priest's blade, made of Celestial Gold, and could only cut supernatural. She is taking this course to help her better understand, her boyfriend's, and her own sexuality," Diana paused. I recognized the trademark, short, sharp exhale, signaling that she had more to say. "I think her beau has serious and very unhealthy control issues." I chuckled to myself and replied, "Still trying to save everyone from themselves, Diana?" She laughed and replied, "Yes. I can't help it. Amber reminds me of me when I was her age. It is Spring, the time when every girl should be swept. Let me tell you a story.”By the time I’d explained about Jennifer, Elyse, Jessica, and Kara, we’d had a second round of drinks and ordered our steaks.“I’m not sure a case of wine would be enough after THAT story!” Molly laughed.“You’d have to be drunk?” I said with mock offense. “Is that what you’re saying?”“Sorry. I guess that didn’t come out the right way. I just meant it’s a hell of a story, and one most people would only tell if everyone was drunk!”“There’s nothing to hide,” I said. “We’re. It was that Friday when he noticed her closet of clothes was emptied, along with her empty sections of the massive chest of drawers that mirrored their bed. He remembered staring at the unused side of the bed through the mirror reflection, and asking himself, “How long has she been gone?” He spotted a folded sheet of paper on the top of the chest of drawers where her jewelry box used to sit.Alan, These past few months have been terrible for me. You were never here even when you were here. I.