”“So that means you don’t like Champagne.”“Oh -- I make an exception for Champagne.”“I don’t see any on the bar. Do you like mixed dri...ks?”“I don’t care for strong drinks.”“How about a dry vermouth on the rocks with a twist?”“That sounds pretty light.”“It doesn’t get much lighter,” he replied. He returned with an old-fashioned glass for her and a cocktail glass for himself.“What are you having?” she asked.“A classic martini.”“I’ve never tried one.”“Do you want a taste?”He handed her the glass. I hope Bill was wrong. Maybe it wasn't her, you know?" she offered, trying to give him some hope."Yeah, me too. Thanks Sammy." He was surprised when he stood up to go that Sammy rushed up to him and wrapped her arms around him in a fierce hug. "Call me later? If you need someone to talk to, you know? I'll be here."He hugged her back gently. "Thanks, Sammy. I'll be all right. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Okay, Bobby."He went out and strapped on his bike helmet, hopped on his bike, and pedaled. God Demirva remarked, meaning second intervention and misdemeanor. “And do you really believe that you can help it?”“For this, Nature will find a way...”Far off in the distance, where an Essence Cave that had all its mist dispersed at the collapse of New Earth, was a small valley.At the center of the valley, several scorched figures, surrounded by huge piles of ash, covered a dead black burnt doe.The doe’s abdomen was swollen, indication of pregnancy, and inside the weakening beat of a tiny. Period.After the k**s went off to college, my wife Kathy and I found ourselves caught with a bit of the old empty nest syndrome. We had a lot of disposable income, no k**s left to spend it on, and more time on our hands than we knew what to do with. Stage three of our marriage had begun, and we decided that the first order of business would be to invite a man to come over and have sex with my wife while I watched.We're both really shy people and we knew we'd never be able to approach anyone at.