"Write out a hundred times in your neatest handwriting: Even fluffy headed receptionists like me must always ask for the caller?s name." "Yes Miss Mor...an," I said. Phew. That was a close one. I had a little victory there. I set about my task with earnest. I gratefully wrote, as neatly as I could; 'even fluffy headed receptionists like me must always ask for the caller?s name.' Then I began again directly beneath the first line. Miss Morgan walked away: "oh Katie?" "Yes Miss Morgan?" Katie asked. “The arohim claimed to be servants of a God!” The man continued, the light of zeal unmistakable in his eyes. “And yet, rather than serving the good people of the world, they built grand temples and monuments to openly display their arrogance and ill-gotten wealth, all the while engaging in sordid rituals of the flesh! Decadence and lust were their ways, and many innocent folk fell prey to their enticing and seductive teachings!”Aran couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had half a mind to. At first it was a night out with the girls, which quickly escalated to a “Girl’s Weekend”. Her friend, Pam, who she was suppose to be with, dropped the ball by calling for her when they were supposed to be together, but I played dumb as I spoke to Pam, as hard as that was. I didn’t let on that anything was out of the ordinary. I just told her that Victoria wasn’t home. The next slap in the face was her sudden interest in sexy lingerie which, for some reason, I never saw her wear. I am not even. Ivy smiled at herreflection. The dark boots and pale green tights outlined her gorgeouslegs. The leotard left very little to the imagination as it hugged hercurved and lifted her breasts and displayed them to outstanding effect.The stare of her green eyes was hypnotic and her glossy lips lookedinviting. She turned and picked up a green clutch from bed. With a lastlingering look in the mirror, she strode out the door to her bedroom.She was just closing the door behind her, when she heard a.