So far, you've succeeded in defending yourself from all such attacks, but you worry it might only be a matter of time until you slip up..."Why couldn'... they just want to kill me?" you sigh, wiping the blood off your sword as you walk away from one such encounter. That would indeed be a much easier fate, thanks to recent developments amongst the world's deities.About two-hundred human years ago, a new generation of Gods appeared on the scene, quickly pushing the Old Ones out of the way in terms. "I'm not much of a drinker," she answered," I'm sorry. I've never had a whiskey sour. About all I've ever tasted was white wine, and some of my husband's beer. I never liked the beer," she confessed."Oh, you're in for a treat then," his deep, caressing baritone voice told her. Let me give you a little sip, soon as it chills." Then he and the others started asking Cara what life was like in this quiet North Carolina area. She hadn't known what to expect, but the fellas were all polite and nice. Exiting the building, there was a limousine waiting. Could this get any worse? The attention this will cause if someone sees me get in will be as subtle as a sledgehammer upside one’s skull. The chauffer, a well-built man who appeared to be in his late forties with peppered hair dressed in a black suit opened the door. Abigail let me in first and then she followed. Once seated, she remarked, ‘To the Dunesbury Hotel, Smythe,’ as the driver shut the door. ‘Why the hotel and not my home?’. Then by all means, read on, step inside!It guess it started early, with my mom not giving a shit what I was up to, giving me the freedom to run wild at an early age. I never knew my dad, my mom having me when she was just 16 and my dad 16. I guess he was'nt ready for a child, I can't say I blame him. I went to my first pub when I was 16, wearing too much makeup an too little clothes, making the bouncer see past my age and more on my boobs. When I turned 18, I was an experienced maneater,.