"Please, we'll do whatever you want if you can help us."She invited me in, as I passed her the smell of her perfume was intoxicating, almost as intoxi...ating as the words that came out of her mouth. I made my way to the couch in the living room, making myself comfortable. She walked passed me sitting down in a chair across the room. Her legs were fit, like she lived at the gym. I watched her like an adolescent teen hoping to get a peak of her ass before she sat. "Great! That’s why I'm here.. Don't have time for women right now."Monica didn't believe Craig. She knew he never had problems getting a girlfriend. For some reason he dated very little and they were often short relationships. He got this way right after their father passed away.They got home a few minutes later feeling satisfied after visiting their father's grave. They were about to go into the house and Craig hesitated."Um I'm gonna go back home Monica." What? You're not going to stay and visit with me for a while?" She. He carried it to the center of the grove and placed it on top of the Altar.He thought back to happier days, before the Invaders came. Each spring, the people would journey here to this grove from all the surrounding villages for the sacred rituals of Aine. The highlight of the rituals would be when the High Priest would symbolically mate with the goddess to insure the fertility of both the land and the people. The goddess, of course, was not physically present, so a surrogate would have to take. The day was unusually warm, allowing me to get a head start on my summer tan. Dad had been mowing his lawn, and I watched him while I sunned and listened to my iPod. He was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and I remember vaguely thinking that my 41-year-old father was aging well. He ate sensibly, and left for work early three days a week so he could hit the gym. He was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat. A couple of my girlfriends called.