“Hi, slut,” he began. She said to him in a soft voice, knowing it was almost her last plea.“Please, can’t you call me Kristen?”“Don’t li...e the name?” he said with a laugh.“No” was her whispered answer, and even then she just wasn’t sure, for something about the name calling did appeal to her. She knew that this was a bad start and decided to back off.“Tell you what then; you get to choose. I’ll call you slut, or cock sucker, which is it to be?”She sighed knowing that this was already beginning. As the steaming pellets washed away the worries of the week, he felt good about his life, really good. He realized he hadn’t felt this way in years, and he was shocked at the peace of mind he was feeling deep in his soul. Yes, things were very good right now, better than he ever imagined.Fresh out of the shower, he pulled on a clean pair of khakis and a polo shirt, not sure where they were going or what the boys had in store for them. He sat at his computer and played his new video game, until. I mean, we?re talking eightdays here. There?s a lot that can go wrong on a drive that long and whatif we end up getting there late? Will they still let us in??While Kitty seemed to contemplate that, Ashley took a deep breath andfixed us with a determined look that was rare to see in the eyes of mynormally timid friend. ?Look, guys, I want to do this. I understand ifyou don?t, but I do, and if you?d rather fly I can just rent a car andgo by myself.??Drive the whole way alone?? Kitty asked in. Time seemed to have stood still. I lost track of how long I stood in the midst of the artifacts just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each glance. After some time I began picking up and examining different items and replacing it and moving onto the next item that caught my eye. My flashlight caught something shining on a ledge. The beam of light shone on an hour glass looking vase but it had two handles on either side. And a spout for the purpose of.