.. umm ... Coalition of Deities. They sound very serious, according to the den.”“I know you are jumpy on this husband, but it will be worth it. I ...hink it is a good thing our family is trying to reach out to them.”“Who to think, we would be on a mission to talk to gods?” he asked her as he shrugged. “It’s just ... crazy.”“I am real. They are real. My mother and the other den comrades aren’t kidding about other things out there, Gary. The fairy tale stories are real, and the gods do exist. Now. Three days later I was loitering near noon looking at some notices at the post office when she opened the door and entered. My heart leapt and skipped a beat and it seemed to stop in my chest. She was incredibly beautiful, gorgeous and glamorous, even wearing cowboy clothes; jeans pants, ranch riding boots, a red plaid flannel shirt and a cowboy hat that covered her beautiful white blond hair now combed in a ponytail held with a red cloth strip."Oh mother, mother" I thought "How much do I love. The kettle's boiling so go and sit down and we can have a chat."We chatted for another long while about this and that and then she apologised for the kiss the last time we met."Oh, I'd forgotten that already, don't worry. That reminds me; I had a look on that Friends Reunited site to see if any of the old gang were on that. Mary was listed funnily enough, but none of the others I remember." Crikey I don't want to re-unite with her that's for sure. She's probably a bull dyke these days, preying. She started to turn to hand them over her shoulder and was rewarded with a sharp slap from the intruder. “Over the shoulder bitch.” She passed them calmly over her shoulder. Forceful hands wound the smooth nylon around her wrists and bound them tightly. She glanced up at the mirror over the mantle. The man behind her was the image of her lover only taller and with longer hair. He looked up and caught her reflected gaze. The butt of his pistol caught her in the shoulder blade. She winced and.