I stepped out of the shower and wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, inspecting my glistening wet naked body. Toweling off, I put on my white bat...robe—white, signifying the innocence that had been taken from me long ago—and began brushing my wavy locks, which fell all the way down to the small of my back, outside the cotton garment which was my sole protection. But I knew it couldn’t protect me from him: I had learned that long ago, ever since he began sneaking into my room at night,. Nobody followed.We took off and headed towards Washington. Along the way we all read and reread the only information we had available, an Associated Press reprint of what was being published by the New York Times. It was a heavily slanted partial version of the U.S. Army’s armed incursion into Nicaragua, led by the crazed Captain Buckman. By the end of the story, I was wondering if Martin Sheen was now heading upstream to kill Colonel Kurtz, or in this case, me.I spent the rest of the trip back. Raymond Leatherwood is the most amorous young man I have ever seen. Sometimes he makes be blush when he tells me all the things he wants to do to me after we get married and he gets me unclothed.”“He tells you all that out loud?”“He sure does! He kept on after me one night when we were on the veranda alone, and even got me to admit that I liked to hear him talk all his nasty talk.”“You mean you actually told him he was getting you all lathered up in your straddle?”“Well, I didn’t say it quite. I began to age at a normal rate. I was panicked at first, but over time, reconciled myself to the inevitable. I had lived much longer than most men and could be thankful for that. It was then that something pressing came to me, I needed an heir.That was why I married and produced a son. You are that son. I have told no one else any of this, and they would not believe it anyway. I grow old now, the ring has given me my term on Earth, and I grow tired and ready to pass on its power. Perhaps you.