" Right. And there's a Phoenician statue of Astarte with a crescent moon headdress." I should never have agreed to the opera tickets!" You know you lo...e them!" True, but I need to tease you. Another Mozart's next." Yes. Marriage of Figaro. I read something very critical of the production; then I read something that said art dies if it's not updated." I wonder what they've done." You'll find out in a few days. Do you know anything about Moroccan myths?" No, why?" I read about a wonderful one.. The other man had arrived! He was tall and black, dress in a leather trench coat. Mid aged, he was heavy framed, some could say fat. Though I doubt you'd say it to his face. He had a look of menace, street criminal about him. His eyes glowed with delight seeing young Debbie tied doggie looking over her shoulder back at him.The masked man turned to him also. "Your face man! He shouted. The black thug approached the terrified girl. "I don't need a mask. No one ID's me if they know what's good for. She now had a girlfriend at work with whom she had so much in common. That her girlfriend was also her supervisor, whom now wrote her performance reviews, was Serendipity itself. That her girlfriend was also... well, you get the idea.Dianna couldn't have been happier for me. Now that 'Lisa' was going to be around 24/7, she lobbied me heavily to get 'done'. I was tempted, but worried about the degree of permanence it would attach to this strange new lifestyle. Was I ready for that? I offered up. It wasn't always that way, but one year, when I was twelve, some badass teenagers beat me up and took the bag of goodies I had gathered after several hours of going from door to door in my neighborhood.I can still remember the biggest of the teens yelling at me as I lay on someone's lawn, "Trick or treat, aye kid? Well this year it's TRICK!"That was the last year I went trick-or-treating. I just stayed home, passed out candy and warned the little goblins about the bullies. My mom tried to make.