”“Why?”“So they’ll worship him. It’s what he does. Mostly it’s just a big party. All the women go out into the forests to dance and sing...and run around half-naked. Nice work if you can get it. But the king gets angry, because the women in the royal family are out there too, plus he doesn’t believe Dionysus is a real god."“Then what happens?”“Let me think: Dionysus disguises himself as human and meets the king, and gets the king riled up, and then he gets him killed. All the women tear him. Is that right?" More or less," Mom said. "But there's a little more to it than that." Please elaborate," Scientist said."You guys wouldn't happen to have a white board, would you?" Mom asked.Scientist gestured toward what looked like a computer screen set in a table top, angled slightly upward from the surface. "You may use this."Mom went over to the computer screen, and, using the tip of her finger, drew a hasty sketch of the standard front cross-sectional view of the female reproductive. Almost all the High Demon lords had long been defeated by the heroes of old, whose statues now resided in the cities they had made safe. There was still some money to be had clearing out nests of goblins and protecting smaller villages from bandits, but fame was a pipe dream.The dark haired grey eyed young man was a dreamer though. His father was a smith, just as his father before him. Aron had been trained in the ways, and had even forged the sword that hung by his side. But he wanted more. "I'm sorry, Joe," Darla said quickly trying her best to smile, "I didn't mean not to speak to you." It's okay," I replied smiling."Let's get everyone in the living room," Martha told Darla, immediately taking charge.Dale found this a little odd, but said nothing as he watched Darla immediately call the girls, who were still in the back of the house getting ready for the day—as girls tend to do. They immediately came into the living room.Renee was dressed in a white shirt and a blue jean skirt.