You’re confined to that city. Leave it, and we’ll track you down and kill you. I’ve found out you’re involved in the drug trade, too. Shut it ...own! Today! You’re out of the illegal drug business.”Ret, snoop that brain. Get her bank accounts. We’ll take all this bitch’s money. Tink, carve Angel Death on her forehead. No more Mr. Nice Guy! Girl.The Ancient One slipped free while Ret was stealing her bank account numbers, and teleported away.She’s fucking scared to death. Dying is the only thing. Afterwards I will put on the music and start the subliminal imprinting.Some time later, the redhead stepped into my room through a hidden doorand administered a couple of injections. One in every nipple and one inevery buttock. Of course, I never noticed it. Then she left the room.Immediately a soft, even a little psychedelic music started to play. Itheld a hidden message, that kept on repeating Robbie to forget his name.And a new name popped up...When I opened my eyes, nothing seemed to have. After they had left, it was remembered that they were divine.This was not the case on Mark and Talia’s secluded beach, where they were often visited by the gods of two pantheons. They would sometimes drop by singly, and sometimes in small groups of no more than five. A few of their discussions on morality and policy went on continuously for days.The middle four hours of their workday was spent traveling and talking to people. This involved anything from informal chats over tea with chance-met. She was fairly skinny, but she really did have some curves. A lot of the girls in our grade hated her because of her body. No one liked to compair thier pre-pubescent bodies to hers, we all felt inadiquate around Carolina."What boy do you want to kiss?" she said as she pranced over to me. "Well," I stammered for the words. "He is an older guy....it doesnt matter..nevermind." Carolina snaped back "What does he look like?" I started to blush as I began to describe Carolina's brother to her..