As I dress for the party, my pulse begins to race at the off chance of seeing her. We have passed by each other a few times in the last couple of days...and, from her faint smile, I am sure she has noticed me. Tonight, I am going to make it a point that she notices me. I slide on my red dress that pushes my breasts up so they look full and lovely if I do say so myself. I dab a little perfume behind my ears and knees and slide on my high heels. One last look in the mirror and, I grab my purse, and. .. and once again, Anglo-Indian girlfriend talking to her intended future husband as she sat on a married woman's face ... a married woman who was my other girlfriend ... and one of my playthings. Yes, it was a little surreal, but that was okay with me. Our whole lifestyle had taken a turn for the seriously unorthodox ... but then I wasn't a big fan of normalcy."Look, love, it's pretty bloody basic, okay? You agree to kiss my bum, literally and figuratively, to do my bidding in this. He’s been here long enough to have grown sons from a HOR wife. He was from the 1960’s on Earth.” He smiled as he seemed to reminisce about something. “I always thought he was from the distant future from me … now you. Anyway, he was an idealistic entrepreneur of that time with ideals about community and shared opportunity. Those ideals were being talked about then but not yet accepted in the business world. When he found himself here, he took the opportunity head-on. He found his business and. .. now I can only see the half remembered scenes of hell from the never understood Book of Revelations force-fed me in my youth."... but as for the cowardly, the faithless, the polluted, as for fornicators and all liars, their lot shall be in the lake that burns with fire and sulphur... they will be tormented day and night forever and ever."Rabid jackals have invaded my pastoral scene: eviscerating the lambs, the fawns. The sky has turned dark as if the sun were occulted; the buds falling from.