So you say how come I took four years to graduate college if I was so smart, well I graduated with three degrees, that's how come it took all four yea...s.I did all that studying for those three degrees, plus had my football career. I was the middle linebacker for our Bobcat team. In college I stood 6'-1 and weighted 205 I could run like the wind and hit like a tank. I think that is why my nickname was Tank like Sherman Tank. Only I was known as Tank Sherman. Anyway in my last year I met a girl. To the right was what looked like an altar. Standing near the altar were the witch woman and her acolyte, though they did not appear to be in control of this event, merely honored spectators.In the center stood one of what Ankneela had come to call “the feathered-ones” - a statuesque older woman d****d in a cloak that was completely covered in white feathers. She had seen them occasionally on her wanderings through the village. The other women accorded them obvious respect. Although they always. I was able to keep the pace quite easily, though I did start feeling the signs of fatigue that a sprint used to give me. I began to worry that I was running too fast to see anything coming up before it was too late. I decided to slow down to a more manageable speed, allowing me to react in time and I would still arrive at my destination before sunset.As I made my way through the forest, I continued to admire the beauty that was quickly passing me by. A few times, I swear I thought I saw the. "Hi!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she quickly spread a blanket on theground beside me. "I saw the fire when I came home but I didn't know youwere out here," she continued as she sat down Indian style on the blanket."No problem, but why'd you bring the blanket if you didn't know I was here?"Without hesitation she told me she thought she'd just relax and watchthe fire. "You don't mind if stay, do you?"The light from the fire illuminated her young beauty. Her face wasnearly perfect and her long.