When they were hot, I poured water over them and steam hissed and filled the room.“I’m sorry about that,” I said.“About what? Admiring God’s...creation? Did your impure thoughts go beyond THAT?”“No, they didn’t.”“Then there is no problem! You’re very nice looking as well. Attractive, even. But we’re human beings, created in the image of God, not animals who are unable to control their base urges.”I chuckled, “I know a few girls who might disagree with you on that!”“I didn’t say that everyone. . George says that we don't have the money to pay my tuition, and Mom is going to have to get my real father to come up with it. He lives in New York, somewhere, but my mother only hears from his work address, so she doesn't know where he lives. Maybe he'll want to know me someday...I miss you so much. I know I'm just rambling on and on. I don't want to close this, and send it, because that means I will stop thinking about you, and go do the things that I have to do, instead.Please don't forget. But Yahweh feared where that might lead. Mutual appreciation sometimes blossomed into love, as was the case with my mother and father.”“How did that happen?” Ryan asked.A smile brightened Nahash’s face as she fondly recalled the events.“Her name was Bathsua, it means daughter of abundance, and abundant she was.”“Yeah, I figured you probably took after your mother more than your father,” Ryan joked.“She had hair the color of wheat, skin as pale as the waxing moon and eyes the color of ocean. Michael then walked in and although Alan had seen him on TV and in thepapers he was amazed at how handsome he was, at least six foot tall,broad shoulders, a head of blond curls, and bright blue eyes, all in abeautifully made grey Italian suit. Mora made the introductions. Alanstanding up to shake his hand felt all of his five foot, seven and ahalf inches to his discomfort.When he sat down again Michael asked him to push over and got into thebooth beside him. With anyone else Alan would have.