White candles of all shapes and sizes are lit and placed in various spots around the room. There’s a fireplace on one side of the room, but it i... unlit, seeing as it was Spring. There are slightly ajar French doors on the wall next to the fireplace, with white curtains that billow in the breeze. The doors open to a fairly large balcony that has a black wrought-iron glass-top table and two matching chairs. There is a vase of daisies in the center of the table. “My favorite!” I. As I got up to get my computer I heard Greg ask his wife. “Stel if this game involves sex are you sure you want to play?”“Oh Jesus Greg, You’re a fifty two year old adult. If you aren’t comfortable with sex by now you may as well curl up in a corner somewhere and hide.”Greg huffed. “It’s not the sex Stella, I don’t have the body I had twenty years ago and if clothing is removed I would be embarrassed.”“Oh Greg.” She mocked, “None of us are spring chickens anymore. That’s what happens when you. With me, it always takes time before I can get comfortable with a man. I need to feel like I know someone before I feel ready for the more emotional and physical side of a relationship." I understand completely. Good night." I feel badly, its like you're giving up without letting me have a fair chance to get comfortable with you first. I thought I'd have more time than just three dates." We each have a timetable that is comfortable for us. It appears my timetable is out of sync with yours. I. Over the top of the rubble I saw two gleaming objects coming in my direction. Both were twelve feet tall, bright metallic silver, bipedal, brandishing two arms that were clearly weapons. “Target acquired…engaging.” It was a metallic, monotone voice but it did not come from the two mechanisms, I heard it in my mind.Simultaneously both raised their right arms aiming at me. The arms began to glow a bright green with a subtle crackling in the air. I put my left arm up as if I had a shield in.