He preferred to be called Sam. Sam had always been small in stature, with his long hair and soft-spoken manner, and quite often had been mistaken for ... girl. Just recently graduated from high school, he moved in with his girlfriend, 18 year old Michelle. Sam couldn't find a job so he spent his time hanging around their apartment all day while Michelle worked. One morning, Michelle asked Sam if he would run to the bank and make a deposit in her checking account so the rent check wouldn't bounce.. A knowledge he was entirely confident in, even if that itself was hard to believe.As he reached the end of the cellar stairs, the normal damp-cellar-with-an-oil-furnace smells were joined by something, by a fragrance, subtle but definite. He turned his head to the left, where he he knew they would be.They were.Two females, one smaller than the other. Both standing, side by side and facing him, arms behind their backs. Black hoods over their heads. Dressed identically, tight white crop tops and. He needs his women to meet very high requirements, which he does not even know, to marry his women. Again, I compliment you, you fulfilled them all, and so quickly, that even I was surprised.”“Although I can’t talk about everyone, I can list a few, and one of them is what I said before: the wife of the Primordial God of Love needs to be able to share him. Which means you have this ability. Honestly, I don’t know how you met this requirement, as it usually takes a whole process. It is not as if. I just don’t want anyone, them or any member of the club to think I’m not a good enough business person to run this place, and that I need a ‘sugar-daddy’ professor to come by to check-up on me. Do you understand my meaning there?”I smiled and nodded at her, but I chuckled out loud at her ‘sugar-daddy’ reference. “Isn’t the old-guy in the sugar-daddy relationship required to be loaded? If so, you did a pretty crappy job of selecting one when you snagged me, sweetheart!” It was interesting to.