I found Kenta and Jiro waiting for me in wardrobe.“You must give us details,” Kenta said.I looked at the two of them and shook my head.“We had a...lovely dinner. If you want to know what happened in the car on the way back, you’ll have to talk to Misaki,” I said.Then I pushed them out of the dressing room.That was probably the wrong thing to say because they both jumped to conclusions and scampered off.Misaki was a different woman when we were back on set. She no longer stood back and acted the. She was proud of it, even if it was only verbally to save face. John knew this. He knew she wasn't really like that, and he had grown to know the real her. In these weeks and months, he grew to love her more and more, until all he could think about was her. He dreamed about her nightly. Knowing that he would dream of Tasha made going to bed a pleasure. He would often dream of kissing her, holding her and hearing her say that she loved him. He would often wake up in the night, finding himself. Mary.Was any name more sublime?For the last year, I had watched her on my television, drinking in her every appearance. My DVR was filled with recordings of her beauty. I needed her to be mine. I burned with passion for her. But how could a lowly mortal like me tame a Goddess?In the back corners of the internet I found the way. The Magicks of the Witch of Endor. A book condemned by the Theocracy, illegal in any corner of the world. But I didn't care. I could become a God myself. I could be. I left her no way out. On Friday, I would probably know if we had any future.I thought about who I was and what I wanted. Did I want this marriage to continue? Did I love Edie? I deliberately avoided telling her I loved her. I wasn't sure myself and so it was better not to mislead her if I had lost that love. How would I know? I once read that the test for love was to imagine your life without your partner. Divorce, death, whatever reason ... how would I carry on?Could I get past her deceit.