“Yes Karen, I’m here.” Her voice is a comforting balm to me something recognisable.“I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. Y...u have got some bandages over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the knife.Blinding agony courses through me. Several times I feel the knife slide into my body. Somehow it feels like it’s his right, he’s my husband, my lover,. Fair in color, slim, and I would say, a girl every guy would die to have sex with.And most importantly, we used to have crazy sex sessions quite frequently, and we always used to try new things during sex! (Here’s the main thing that made it the best possible experience!) So as Sneha and I used to have amazing sex sessions. (I’ll share those experiences in another story, and you’ll love those too). So she also used to share our experiences with her friends, and she used to tell me how jealous. The rest of this chapter and the next will mostly be about the second level listed above: your new god's interactions with humanity. As fascinating as the entire Universe is, humanity currently has the greatest meaning to me, so you'll be receiving a great deal of my attention. I can have as much "attention" as I want merely by creating new minds, so I can guarantee that I won't be too busy to make my presence felt on many of your Earths. It'll be fun to see how different ideas of mine play. Pete and strolled along a shopping street filled with tourist shit. I bought Caren a tee shirt that read, "Fucked and Fucked Up. St. Pete Spring Break". I walked into an Adult store and walked out with a set of washable/biodegradable/edible Body Finger Paints. I don't know whatever possessed me to buy that particular item but I had a vision of getting silly with Caren and what the hell, it was only a few bucks. Finally, on the way back to the Skyway, I stopped at the largest kosher deli in St..