Then we pick up where we left off before the little accident took place.Me and Abi chat away merrily as we deal with breakfast. Ken is excluded on bot... counts. He sits there ignored, stewing in silence, and of course he has no breakfast to deal with. Abi is once more sitting cross-legged on the desk in front of us, sipping coffee and munching her way slowly and with great relish through her two fat blueberry muffins, with the famished Ken looking on miserably. Abi eats her food off a plate,. We know Him to be the Son of God, but He is just as approachable today as he was back then. He reaches out to us, regardless of race or gender, status or political affiliation. All we need to do is take the hand He offers us, with the gift of forgiveness, wholeness and healing. No-one is too good or too bad. I..." she paused for a moment, found a handkerchief and blew her nose. "I stand witness that even if you're at rock bottom, in the gutter, no matter what you've done, He'll pick you up,. Not the look for a twenty-three-year-old heading out for a date with her boyfriend.He asked, "You staying and playing poker tonight?" Yeah, I caught Sam with his supposed ex, so you guys are stuck with me again. Is that a problem?"Jason smiled, laughing; he said, "Not at all, it will be nice to spend time with you."Gracie smiled, because it sounded like Jason was happy she was there, and he was. There was something about Jason. She liked him, but how could he possibly like her? She was early. .different ages/height/weight/etc. but all of them were black. Glistening bodies. Sweat. There was a man who stepped forward and took charge."First, I want everyone to know our guest of honor. But before that, we all agreed for this party...NO AIR CONDITIONING! Our slave doesn't deserve air conditioning. That is for real people. I want to tell you about her and set some rules. Her name is CJ but for the evening, will be called IT as she is basically a thing. Everything you see about her...is.