Tom would live long. He knew that, somehow. The Lady would see to it. He would see his children grow, mate, give them their own children. He could sit...with his sons and grandsons by the fire, talking of the farm, of fishing, while three or four generations of women busied themselves with the next meal. A small boy in his lap, playing with his large fingers callused with years of work.He closed his eyes. The Lady offered so much, asked so little in return. A temple. She needed a temple. A real. This particular night I,d become friendly with a fellow named Horst Engels who was there with two stunning females blondes Inga his younger sister and Helga a friend. Horst was quite attractive typical blonde with blue eyes, muscular athletes build, the females similar with his sister,s titties large and barely contained by the white silk blouse she wore under a blue cashmere sweater and tight slacks that seemed painted on shapely long dancers legs. My airmen colleagues had to head back at. "And I believe I knew your parents ... Mr. Nautikuus."That grabbed my attention as nothing else had. Why this Mind Magi was suddenly so important, I wasn't sure. Something in my head knew what to expect of him, and my emotions embroiled a storm within me that not even a protective bubble would keep away."How did you know my parents?" I asked softly.He looked at me. I could feel his curiosity. "Haven't you been told?" My parents are dead, if that's what you mean." Yes," he said, looking up at. "Really?" I replied."As if!" muttered Tracey."Yes, he didn't have a very high opinion of any of your friends, though I think he hoped to set up his own drugs clientele with them," Aroha stated.I was gobsmacked. I'd always thought Benny a friend, if a little on the wild side, though thinking back, there were a few hints that all was not really well between my other friends and him."Told you so, Gavin," Tracey needled."Yes sis, you did. Now let it drop, please," I replied."Sorry, Gav," Tracey.