So let me tell you about the time Hermes single handedly cucked and fucked his way to being ruler of Olympus...this’ll make sense later.Our story be...ins in the forests of ancient greece. The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to deliver to his mistresses, the king couldn’t even be faithful to his own sidechicks. “Hey, Hermes!” the god in question looked and saw his half sister Artemis sitting on a log while skinning a boar.“Oh, hey. He tore open the envelope and plunged in. Dear Frank, I'm sorry what you will read will hurt you. I wish I could undo it all and make things different, but I don't have that power. My gift to you is that you can now follow your heart and find happiness for the rest of your days. The whole mess started eight years ago when you were on your second tour in Iraq. Things are better now, or at least more honest. But back then there was no post-traumatic stress disorder, just Gulf War syndrome, as. But we build our own sisterhood, right?”“Call it what you like,” I said. “We need another competent engineer.”“Carlita and Brindy say Dave’s been intrigued for a while. Finally fell over the cliff,” Deena said.“Got shoved,” I retorted.“Whatevs,” Deena tittered. She says that because she knows that teen slang irritates me a bit and she uses it to show she’s paying attention.She was pushing, Haley was tugging, me toward the bedroom.“You don’t have anybody coming over this evening, do you?” Haley. "Mommy can't come get us today, so we'll have to get a ride home," Kathy said as they took their place in the line of girls in search of transportation. They raised their skirts and smiled at the line of helpful motorists who volunteered their time each day to making sure the students got home safely.A group of dignified men in a black van motioned for them to hop in. Eager hands grabbed them as the side door slid shut and Kathy soon found herself giving a gentleman caller a guided tour of her.