.It was not like I'm completely repulsive. I had to say that I am a pretty decent, average guy. Brown hair. Green eyes. In a good enough shape to pass...off as an average Joe. Dressed in as casual as a guy should, but only because I can't afford anything expensive. My only vice was the bottle. Didn't do drugs or gambled. Didn't even smoke. Just a guy who just wants to earn himself a better living in this hot beach swept city I call home after leaving my parent's place 2 years ago. Miami was still. The hunting grounds were bad enough, but worse were the stipulations that the Cave Painter imposed on their use.No breeding animal was to be killed if it was larger than a deer. Only old and frail animals could be hunted. Horses were sacred and could only be killed on special days by Cave Painters. The Mammoth Hunters should never stray beyond the bounds of the encircling cliffs and the empty expanse of rough rocky ground ahead. No trees were to be cut down unless they were old or diseased.. We wouldn't allow any jealousy to exist between us.When we were sure there wouldn't be anyone still around we left and I went home. I thought about it as I drove and came up with an idea I wanted to run by Rob. His car and the truck were both there but I didn't see Rob when I went in. I took a quick look into the backyard but didn't see him there either. I thought he might have gone for a walk. I went to the kitchen to get a drink and heard something in the backyard. I looked again but didn't. For sure Jen and Sandy would be bridesmaids. I was pretty sure I would be assigned some economically correct bridesmaids from my Father’s world and probably some from the family. It was getting more difficult to think about this as my day, the most important day in my life. Jeff wanted to talk about the ring. I thought that was settled. I loved the ring. I assured him I loved the ring. ‘That’s great,’ said Jeff. ‘You can keep it and it’s your ring. You could also get another and switch off with.