And got an overwhelming response! (Thanks, Bob!) I was hoping for a few more then that, but oh well, I best get on with the story.* * *The young knigh... decides that he will open the box that has the symbol "/\/\/\" on it. As he boldly walk across the room to attempt to open the box, he hears a strange click that seemed to have come from the other box. He freezes in mid-step, and watches in terror as the other box's cover slowly starts to slide open.The stone box's lid finally finishes sliding. "Oh my goodness, he was a dream," Rebecca got a far-away look in her eyes, and said, "His name was Randolf, and he wore old world style clothes, made for him in Germany. His parents sent him to America to teach, because he got a little too attached to his lab partner in college, and she wasn't of the right class for them."Randolf used to invite me to meet him at this wonderful old pub near the college where he would drink warm beer, and talk for hours about his home and the lovely Marian he. Knowing that he was popular with the ladies, Annie figured it was a woman, and that Paul didn’t want to answer the call while she was with him. Well, that’s okay, she thought. After all, she had other male friends as well. It was nothing to get alarmed about. Once at the restaurant, the situation didn’t improve. The four of them had a table near the front window and Paul wasn’t pleased with that. He didn’t like the menu choices and had to settle for something he really didn’t want. Alex tended. "He staggered to a hot shower, while Kim made him a bromo and squeezed fresh orange juice and black coffee. He didn't seem to remember anything. She remembered everything! Everything that happened and everything she had felt. He came into the kitchen with his robe on and drank hot coffee with trembling hands. "Sorry, honey. Hell of a way to start out... !" His voice stopped as he stared at her neck. Self-consciously, she put her hand to her long elegant neck, trying to hide the angry.