Who rings at this time of night?” The mobile was the one that went with our project, so I suggested she should answer. “I’ll call you back in fi...e minutes,” she said. Five minutes turned out to be nearer forty-five. When she eventually rang I knew at once she was excited. The caller was Robert, from our list of possibles. Mel liked him from the outset: polite, softly spoken but quite certain about what we were looking for and his ability to deliver. “Is he married?” I asked, reminding Mel it. The reason might be because she’s a spoiled, entitled, bitching shrew, Sam reasoned to himself. Ever since they (read ‘she’) decided to have children, Reba had been demanding and rushed. It wasn’t bad at first. Having a wife who wanted a baby was fun. She never turned down sex. But as time went by and she still wasn’t pregnant, it had become more of a chore than an exciting fuck. Half the time when she demanded that he enter her, she wasn’t even damp. He was sure that couldn’t be good for. That being the result of the current era, a rather peaceful and prospering time, people have forgotten about the terrors beyond the protecting walls of the white mountain range and waived them as mere fairy-tales.One might find truth within the archives of the order which reach back until the creation of the order itself. But even if times are rich, people are not. Only the higher privileged classes could afford it to be taught how to write and read.With this era coming to an end, legend and. I wasn't about to give up. I grabbed the aluminum rim of that keg and swung it back and forth, building momentum. With a great inhalation, I filled my lungs with the cool, crisp air and heaved it as hard as I could. Not even second place. I walked off that field devastated. I was going to be slinging couches for minimum wage for the rest of my wasted life.Or so I thought.That night, I remember my head swaying at the bar as I spilled the bottle of bourbon I'd been gulping with my paltry $100.