And me and MY panties. Heehee", she added. "Do you like my panties, sweetheart? Here, look close atwhat I'm wearing today." What was I hearing and wha... did she mean by 'somany years you only had your panties'. Maybe my son was gay. But, no, hehad her in his life now. So I guess he just had a little panty fetish foryears maybe. But why and how could she know and why is she OK with it?And why am I even listening to this? But mostly...why don't I just leavethem alone and get away from here?"Do you. One slow step after another, the two soldiers approached the stairway, and raised their torches. Their faces were hidden black, and their eyes glowed red from the shadow that hid their features. Great, more things with glowing eyes. Where hoplite armor left the arms and legs exposed, the skin could not be seen. A strange obsidian coated their limbs beneath the armor, but also did not. Otrera tried to focus her eyes on where their skin should be, but the odd blackness did not hold her gaze, and. ************************************************* On a Friday evening in the mid 1960s, shortly after New Year’s Eve, I sat in a corner of the public bar nursing my pint while my friends were watching a closely fought darts match. Normally I would be standing with them, urging on our team. But my heart wasn’t in it. Bronwyn and I have reached the stage in our relationship when we should make a commitment or end it with regret. Until recently I had been sure I wanted to marry Bronwyn. I had. I followed her and slowed time down for all but her ability to communicate with me. The look of shock would normally be amusing, but I don’t find this situation amusing.“What the, what is happening?” She screamed.I ignored the typical question for now. “I am, a powerful person. I slowed time down so we could communicate.”She paused for a second, processing it. Normally they are so quick to just say what again, but she was unique in that way.“You have no right! Leave me be!”“An odd reaction..