"Exactly like me. Who needs the public scourge? I hate to sound callous but, I didn't die, I found a guy. I don't want or need that part of my life ex...osed. If this thing goes to trial I'm probably going to have to answer a lot of questions that I don't want to and act stupid, like I didn't know what was going on before or after me. Now, I have to go, I have 3 ideas I'm trying to get on easels over there." She said gung ho to leave, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her."Are you absolutely sure. .. After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.)A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the. Like the shirts hanging from the coat-rack near the door of the bay. Inthe 'real world' image, it was exactly as it should have been - a cleanwork-shirt, with Zeke's name sewn on the breast and Zeke's change ofclothes, a loud Hawaiian shirt.In the double-image Zeke was seeing, there was something definitelywrong. The work-shirt was still basically the same - except that thename stitched in italic letters on its breast was 'Zena'.The Hawaiian shirt was gone altogether - to be replaced with. I only breastfed her for a few days. The nuns took her after that. I do not know what happened to her. I assume she got adopted, and hopefully got raised by good parents,” Sherry replied.“Have you had sex with anyone else?” Mark asked.“Only you,” Sherry softly answered.“While you were living with your other husband and his father, did you get fucked in the ass?” Mark asked.“Yes. Mr. Wingate did me that way. He said he wanted me to remember my wedding night,” Sherry said.“Was it painful?” Mark.