" And over there is Lucinda." She pointed to another girl lounging on a similar cot. Lucinda was of medium build, long dark hair, dark eyes and sultry...latin features. Her breasts were barely concealed by a sleeveless cropped sweat shirt. The latter garment and cut off jean shorts matched Charlotte's attire. Lucinda responded by giving the finger to the group as a whole and rolling over to turn her back to everyone. "Don't pay no mind to Lucinda's 'attitude'." Said Charlotte. "She's feelin' a. Not so I.My father had studied the arts of sorcery and necromancy for over twenty years and only then were the proscribed texts revealed to him by his teachers; masters in the art, which was as old as time itself. My father’s masters were old men too, or so it seemed to me. Once I told one of them so, only to receive a sharp rebuke. I was certain of one thing: that I did not want to wait until I was as old as they to fully learn the art of sorcery. As my father had no son, I was to be his heir.. "Oh, well, there's something you need to know," Diana continued. "Marty is one of us. He's a god." "You've got to be kidding," I blurted out. "There's a Roman god running a sleazy bar?" "It's really not as unusual as you might think. On the whole, we're a pretty earthy bunch. Besides, Marty is known as Bacchus in mythology. Do you know who he was?" Diana asked. "Sure," I replied. "Wasn't he that fat little drunk god in Fantasia who kept falling off his donkey?" Diana leaned forward. "If. " Well you seem you seem to have recovered now. You look as if you might be pretty fit to me. She told me."Oh I am, believe me. I work out most days in the gym and I go to martial arts classes twice a week. The only time I feel relaxed is when I do my morning Tai Chi exercises and try to meditate for a while afterwards." I said with a laugh.She looked at me and the shy expression was back on her face,"I once saw a group of people demonstrate their Tai Chi exercises they looked so graceful I.