Men had their own clerical clothing. Most prominent members of society, the aristocrats, secular tools of The Almighty, could dress however they want,...most often than not flamboyantly.... Down the base of Onzengvas city, walking at a vendors’ avenue, a young man, seemingly at his early thirties and dressed in a white cleric robe with golden ornaments and a young lass wearing a sliver robe with a metal plate across her small chest, were chatting with the latter emitting a radiant ambiance.“Your. “Excuse me, but could we have some fresh mint please?” I asked holding up my glass feeling more confident.Michael responded immediately. “Yes, sir, I’ll see if I can find some.”Tom grinned and winked at me. I was still a bit light-headed from the steam room and sipped the ice-cold drink slowly. The soft babble of conversation spread around the tables and I sat back casually looking around the rest of the terrace. There were a few older couples sitting further along and men of all ages from. I looked at Julie and asked, "Ready?"She looked confused, then seeing where I was headed, she smiled real big as she nodded.Holding on to both of them, I began to slowly share with Jenny and Julie, my 'memory' of waking up from the coma. Then I moved to yesterday's lunch with Jenny, then to this morning's breakfast with Nancy Lee. I followed with my 'sermon' to Catherine, and then lunch with Julie, right up to the girls all coming through the door a few moments ago. I had moved slowly and. Now I know some words were exchanged but they took the ride, reluctantly but the lady was convincing and took them home up the street to allow them to use the phone. Offered them cookies and drink and they were off again. This lady called the police and reported it and they zoomed to the location and spotted the kids and brought them home. I don’t recall the full extent of Phillip’s punishment. I never spanked him, he will tell you to this day that I demanded him to do pushups. He got to where.