She was called 'Mirri', the daughter of Greek and Italian parents, 14 years old, now, she thought, dark and slim. But, Moira Lys scarcely recognized h...r, even though she'd known the girl since she was born. As Mirri moved warily out of the trees, she saw she was dressed in one of those 'allsuits' and toted a brand new autorifle."Moira Lys?" Mirri called. "Is that you?" Mirri?" she called back. "That you? Has something happened?" Moira Lys! Is Finn there?" Where is everyone?" Moira Lys. Of course neither the fisherman Jeffery nor anyone else for thatmatter knew anything of any of this. The fisherman Jeffery simplythought of his own plight as being some sort of sick joke among theGods. He didn't like it but he didn't hate it either. He himself laughedat all the jokes along with his friends in the fisherman's markets. Hedealt with it because he both loved and honored the Gods especially theGoddess Isis. And he trusted the wisdom of the Gods even though theywere obviously kinda. I showed up and there was a dozen or so people. Some were in the industry, some were just hanging around because they liked us "sea captains" and they knew there would be free food and booze during the evening.My friend, who knew about some of my "likes," came by and whispered to me that I might enjoy the first bedroom on the right. I knew that whatever was going on wasn't for the whole party to know, and when I was sure that I could enter the bedroom without anyone wanting to join me, I had. 00hrs when we eventually got into the Apartment, it was clean and presentable, it had everything you need but for one thing, one bedroom and only one bed, and to make it even more testing, a double at that, “well s*s, I will take the bed and you can have the sofa” “ho no, it is my holiday, you have the sofa and I will have the bed” she said and I shook my head, “no, no” I joked, me bed you bed” “what” she asked, “well neither one of us can sleep on the sofa for a week, let’s just make the best.