The tedium involved, not to mention the extravagant waste of money on items strictly for the “it’s the thought that counts” category, made me te...chy. We didn’t argue, but by the end of the weekend our relationship was strained to the point where I think we both knew it was destined to peter out. The lukewarm sex merely seemed to confirm that.Come Thursday, I arrived at the book shop an hour before my “Lady Chatterley and Class War” evening was scheduled to start. Ian busied himself out in the. For a long time.And it wasn’t pretty.Actually it was.It was very pretty.I mean, they were.Her.Her eyes were lovely to gaze into.Exactly when did I go from staring to gazing rapturously?“What DOES a girl have to do to get you to notice her, Mr. Secretary?”“Huh?” Her voice broke my concentration. That put me off just a bit because staring, or gazing, as the case may be, into THOSE eyes could very well turn into a full time job.“What? What?? What???” My elocution training was really paying. The last time that he was in Los Angeles they were able to continuously swindle key cards from the front desk and they just let themselves into his room all the time.Tom slowly opened the door hoping that they were actually inside waiting for him. At that very moment he just realized that he really did miss his two new playmates. To his surprise he actually felt lonely while he was in New Jersey and his loneliness wasn’t just predicated on the many times that they had sex with one another. Now. I could smell the sulfur burning about as a voice boomed back at me.“You are unholy and impure and you are of the Demon Seed.”“You’ve been selected from the few to lead the Army of the Damned.”“You will collect the souls that I desire throughout this barren land.” I didn’t feel the pain no more, nor did I feel the heat.I began to feel stronger again and I didn’t feel as weak.My armored clothing began to morph, from tan to a crimson red.I had visions of my role in life with no confusion in my.