How much time passed I could not tell, and although I tried to sleep or rest my body no longer obeyed my orders. At length we reached a pillar, carved...with such detailed bas-reliefs as I have never seen before. One face among the many reliefs of this column, which stretched more than two stories above me, reappeared in each scene I glimpsed. I am horrified to this moment as I recall it, for I knew it to be my own face. These were records of all my mistakes. Lies I had told were etched word for. Her pointy ears are not for show, because she was awoken to a growl. "Seriously?," she mumbled before getting up and facing the sound. The source of the sound is a flaming bear, growling at her. The bear charged at her. Once the bear stood up when close enough to do a downward slash with both of its claws, she gave a powerful right jab to the bear's abdomen, causing it to growl in pain and fall on its back. Before the bear could get up, two of her long strands of hair got longer and went. I had never seen a man's penis in the flesh before and it was like I couldn't help but sneak peeks at it. About the fifth or sixth time of looking at him he caught me looking. I got really embarrassed and couldn't say anything. He told me it was ok and asked me to come over and sit next to him. I did as he asked and he gently took my hand and started to move it towards his penis. I didn't know what to do but I didn't stop him. I sat there with my hand on him while he sat there making comments. I was secretly hoping that nobody could see the chinks in the invisible armor we all try to hide behind from time to time, and yet everyone could clearly see. Everyone except myself. Frustrated by an enemy I couldn’t get a handle on, my life began to spin out of control, slipping like so many grains of sand between my fingers. The extent of which became painfully obvious one autumn evening. I had dinner with Nancy over her place that night. She had prepared a delicious meal of salmon and fresh.