Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble of movement in the living room below me. I stopped cold at the top of the stairs trying t... understand the scene in front of me. There was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get away from Luke, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her. I remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the shadows out of sight wondering if she'd. So off we go out of the shop and down the street- where mightthis go i thought to myself.Her condo was very modern.It was spaciouswith clean cut furniture,it had a clean cut look to it without to manythings lying around.This was a little odd as we didn't know each other very well butsomething felt good about it,I was comfortable with this girl rachel.Shewas cleancut like her place, a lower management type in her latetwenties.We chatted away while drinking winecoolers for about our pastand work. "I'm Comus, Andrew. I've been waiting for you."Waiting for me? Crap, this was getting a little weird."Hi, um, I'm Andrew, but I guess you know that. How come you're waiting for me?" It's not a mystery, Andrew. People come to me when they're ready, and I knew you were almost ready. So I figured you'd be along soon, and here you are." So, where is this place, anyway? I mean, how can so many people be in one small cabin?"Comus laughed again."Andrew, anything is possible. Just enjoy it. Enjoy. He quickly revised that assumption, with the opulence he was seeing around the room he had no reason to doubt that the wood was actual ebony. A large white rug covered the middle of the area with a set of couches and recliners arranged as a viewing and conversation area. The monochromatic theme of the living room was broken up by a huge sandstone-colored slate fireplace with an equally huge big screen hung above it.Peering closely, he saw that whoever installed the TV did an amazing job. They.