Her delicate thin lips were caressing the glass with such tenderness he couldn't help himself to think a little farther: what those lips could be able...to do; how she could use them...He was soon brought back to reality by her voice."This is strong! What kind of wine it is?" It's Primitivo, a red wine from the south of Italy. It's around f******n degrees so, strong indeed, but really, really good, isn't it? Especially the aftertaste and the strong scent of berries, right?"But actually he was. I sigh, blessed ones… at the destructive forces wrought when one indicates that young men can be as rough as they might like. The body exalts… but the fabric laments. It would seem my walk on from here would be an exposed one.Slipping beneath the surface one last time… I looked up at the night’s gleaming jewels through a rippling window. The moon’s sad face gleamed back at me as kindly as it always had… unchanged by all the centuries we had spent winking at each other. We were two weary old. Artemisbackpedaled as they strode into her quarters, raising their heavy weapons -weapons! - in her direction."Gaia's future ends here," one of the gray-clad soldiers droned. His gunflashed. Artemis felt a horrible, burning sensation, then an icy coldness asshe fell ..."Milady! Wake up! WAKE UP!"Artemis slowly opened her emerald green eyes and blinked at the pair ofconcerned faces hovering over her. Eris and Ceres. They definitely weren'tmen. She sat up in her bed."Huh? Why are you in my. Old weathered boards mainly stuck in the sand at odd angles held by wire stapled to each other. Walking down I peeked between the rickety fence to the beach house next door.The place was more like a mansion than a beachouse. The huge Olympic size pool dominated the back along with several tables with tall colorful umbrella's shading the odd looking high back chairs around them. Further down toward the back was a huge Cabana. They must have great cookout & pool parties I was thinking as I.