It was the price I paid for eternal life.It had been so good with the Irishman that I didn't even mind that he had most likely gone from my bed to the...realty whore Kate;s bed. It was possible that I had been second and he was coming from hers. Damn I was just so damn cynical.When the sun came up, the droopy feeling left me and I felt amazingly relaxed, not that I ever got nervous. Hell I had all kinds of, almost, new feelings running through me since that last visit to the farm. Of course I. "You're a man! You don't understand!! God, why have I been cursed with them?"I stepped back as my mother, apparently, began to throw a fit. She jumped up and down. She screamed at me and screamed at God. She spun around and began to tear at her clothes. Her face was red and fierce and she ripped the buttons right off her blouse and tore at her tough bra.I nearly jumped to stop her when she picked up an paring knive, but before I could react, she cut away the straps and flung the bra from her. Still, he wondered why his chest ached so badly and he felt like he wanted to be sick. But he knew one thing, all those years ago, his teacher was right when she’d caught him ogling her as a teen and told him, “Don’t set your sights too high, Damien, or you’ll only be disappointed when you realize you can’t always have what you want.”And he knew he could never have Deana no matter how desperately he ached for her. So, with no other choice, he’d just have to get back to work and get back to his. They're new age pagans. I am not a redheaded Rhiannon. Kids called me Rhea all through school, but in high school I made the big declaration that I was Rio, as in the city in Brazil. It caught on and I haven't used my full name since.aroslav: It must be tough, though, having your birthday so near Christmas.RIO: You don't know the half of it. We don't celebrate Christmas in my family. They are pagans. I mean, really devoted dance-naked-around-a-bonfire pagans. We celebrate the winter.