Our lives had both taken interesting paths that would lead down roads we would never regret. He told me of his children and late wife and how the love...he shared with her would last him through the rest of his life. They were married over 40 years when the angels came and took her away. He wasn’t really saddened by it because he loved her enough to last an entire lifetime. His children had scattered to many places and where exactly they were he didn’t know. But he said that deep in his heart. He gave her EVERYTHING he had to give, even his heart.Who knew that a short 17 years later, everything she had given to him would be stripped away so quickly, it would leave him with nothing but ashes inside? Her murder and the murder of their two sons and his subsequent hunting down of the men responsible would kill his soul, stripping him of the humanity she had built in him, returning him to the savagery of his life before her. It was just fortunate for him the police were just as. He was still a young kid to me, even though he was thirty-five. He worked his way up from a day laborer to site foreman in the last seventeen years. He had no college degree, just like me, but he was working on that and had two years under his belt so far. However, he was at the point that he would now be getting all the tools he needed to be able to take over my job, once he finished. Even so, with me gone so much, he had to pick up more of my load on the sites. When he was gone from one site. Allin all, the expected result of the life he lived. Spiculus gave onefinal glance, and then walked on.An eastern woman awaited him in the next room, a lute in her hand andthe slightest of clothes drapping over her perfect form. Spiculusadmired her beauty for a moment, and then took a step into the perfectlyclear waters of the bath.Utter bliss filled Spiculus as he sunk to his neck in the waters. Yearsof ache, feelings that the gladiator was so used to that he hadforgotten what it felt to be.