"Now, there is a matter you should tend to," the four-armed god spoke in Denarian, floating in the center of the library. It was, perhaps, a measure o... McAllister's friends that none thought the unheralded arrival and casual greeting of such an individual was unusual, either. McAllister smothered a smile wondering if perhaps the bright silvery spark floating in the room beside him made the occurrence more mundane.McAllister turned to see who the god indicated, and his eye fell on Carus. "Ah,". I smiled down at her, and truthfully, I couldn't blame her for wanting to hear 'the story' again. It was one of my most treasured memories of my life as well.As I closed my eyes, my mind was going back in time, back to the year 1910, back to the farm where my parents, my three younger brothers and I lived.I could almost smell the pungent, earthy smell that rose from the ground after a rain shower on the freshly turned fields that my father still plowed with his team of Belgian horses. The. Sinking down Chris sat on the gorund.A fgure approaching soon got his attention. A large lady in a big black abaya started talking to him. what was she saying? no clue. She held out her hand with some bread. Chris took the bread and she let out a laugh. Hmmmmmmmm...she didnt sound tha old. She starterd walking away but chris started following her, trying to talk...she laughed and kept waling,chris right behind. soon she stepped into a doorway leaving the door open behind her. chris entered.. We finished showering, then dried off. I put on a pair of black, silk boxers, which met with her approval. I was starting to reach for my pants when she said, “No, just wear those the rest of the evening please.”She then ran upstairs and was back down in a minute, wearing a t-shirt, and nothing else. Her nipples were straining to be released, and she lifted the bottom of the shirt to show me she wasn’t wearing panties.She had set the table, which included candles, and we sat down to chicken.