Should I have killed her?”I opened my mouth, then closed it. “No. But, that book’s evil. He was evil. And, well ... you’re controlling her. Yo... could make her do anything.”“I won’t do that.” Faoril moved forward and hugged me. “I don’t like it either. I can feel her in my mind. Her will ... It’s so fragile. A delicate, spun glass figurine. If I clench too hard, it will shatter and she’ll...” Faoril shuddered. “It is evil. Seductive. I could make her...” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a cantata sung by the choir interspersed with readings from a newer translation of the Bible. The prophecies and then the birth. Most services I’d attended ended with the birth and angels singing ‘Glory to God in the Highest’ and all that. It looked the same for this service right up to the point where we lit candles and sang ‘Silent Night.’ Then there was one more reading. The minister chose to close the service as the lights in the sanctuary gradually came. After dinner we made our way to where we could be more comfortable. We lay on the big Alpaca rug we had and sipped our wine. The room was cast in the glow of the fireplace. I thought things were about as perfect as they could get.It wasn't long before the mood and wine had us kissing passionately. My hand worked its way to one of Angelina's ample breasts. This wasn't the first time, though we hadn't gone much further than a little feel here and there.This time Angelina pushed my hand away. I. ‘Did I fall asleep? Oh, I’m so sorry. I never meant to do that!’ ‘You just took a nap for about forty minutes, that’s all. No harm done. You must have been tired. How do you feel now? Any stomach ache?’ ‘No. I feel fine. In fact, this is the best I’ve felt in a while. Wait. What did you put in that hamburger? Did you drug me?’ ‘Ninety percent lean ground beef, sweet onion, steak seasoning, and just a tiny pinch of salt. I put some mustard and ketchup on it when I put it in the roll, which was.