“You and Amos are the only two men I have ever been with,” she said with a low, sensuous, almost gravelly tone of voice. Looking at me with those...big soft eyes that I found ever increasingly hard to resist, she confessed, “Chuck, I want you oh, so badly! But I am just not looking for someone to take Amos’ place right now.”I just ever so softly touched her lips with my forefinger as a sign for her to hush, she didn’t need to explain anything else to me, I wasn’t really looking for a. Someone grazed past your arm just as I turned it to the next setting, you almost fell into them your knees going weak. He asked if you were ok, small beads of sweat on your forehead forming. I move in and smile politely, "I said you weren't well enough to come out today, but she insisted" emphasising on the word come and smiling."Are you enjoying our day out so far?" I whisper in your ear, taking you softly by the arm I lead you to a seat and hand you a drink. You feel aware as you sit down. Challenged to find a way out. And she had. From one of the least likely and strangest turns in life, she felt a certain charge. And it had changed her in a way. She knew that she was capable of so much more than life as a wife and mother required. It was like she was ready to lead a corporation, but there was no place she could get the same job.She wasn't certain why it was the black man who had recurred in her dreams. She had enjoyed them all. And if she were to choose her favorite, but most. Despite the planet’s natural beauty and mysterious eccentricities, Imnok could not think of something she had ever hated more in her life than this natural prison. Upon its high perch, the Artefact continued to dim. Yet off its dull reflection 5 moving figures were still recognizable, speeding their way towards it through the vast field. Soon they would arrive, fight, kill and dead or alive only four would remain on this planet. Imnok finally broke free of the tall grass and began sprinting.