She would always read me stories and as I got older, eight, nine, ten, even eleven, she would invite me into her bed, especially if there was a storm ...r if we had watched a scary movie or were reading a scary book.We always had lots of fun, I got lots of hugs and snuggles, she often mussed my hair, whispered nonsensical things in my ear, tickled me until I cried for her to stop. Of course, as I became twelve, then, entered my teens, my overnight stays became less frequent.Then, at my fifteenth. He was slim and tall. He had thinning salt and pepper hair and a goatee. After he settled in, we exchanged a few pleasantries. He asked me where I was going. He told me that he traveled that route many times a year for work as he was in sales. A few minutes later the bus stated moving and we were on our way. I was excited to be leaving town and visiting my uncle and aunt, little did I know that the bus trip itself would be the most exciting part. We talked some more about my school, sports, my. There was a distant sensation of pain. She ignored it, for as far as you can ignore something you're not consciously experiencing. On that same level of subconscious perception were Freddie's attempts to stop her, the movements of her own hips and the sounds of a Seattle district. None of it got through to her.When Sam rubbed herself on him, Freddie tried once more to stop her. A final, desperate attempt that was easily thwarted by Sam's overwhelming strength. He'd given up on pleading, given. The questions kept returning. There were questions for which I had no answer. Was it something to do with the strangeness of the air and the lightning bolt? I wondered why I wasn't dead. Then the thought struck me ... I was dead!Just as quickly, that thought flew away as we rounded a corner and there it stood, the palace of Herod and the Temple of Solomon rebuilt. This was actually the second temple, built on the site of Solomon's temple. It would stand another 37 years until it would again be.