I mean it’s one thing to mistakenly take it from one man’s claim, it is a far different thing from a god’s. Really, a god? You’d have thought ...hat they would leave a warning or something.First off, I am Ryan Clint, gold prospector. Well, pretty much. I was trying a new find I had developed with satellite imaging in India.I had seen what looked like a chamber but dismissed it as a ghost image. Now? I wished I had paid more attention. After breaking into said chamber, I was shocked at the glowing. I walk up to you on the swing and slide my legs around you, between you and the chains, so that I'm sitting on your lap, you look at me quite surprised, and when I see you about to speak I cut you off "that is, if you don't mind" already guessing your response by the growing bulge I feel against me "uhh... I... um... no, I don't mind, uh, not in the slightest" you stammer, managing a light smile. We start swinging back and forth, I imagine the friction of me rubbing against that bulge must be. Abbie is dropped at work at a quarter to nine each morning. Tim is walking from the parking garage to his workspace by five to nine.Both Abbie and Tim’s days are filled, and they keep busy. Abbie does keep her schedule of checking in with Tim during the day. When Abbie feels her phone vibrate with the reminder of the time, she feels shivers of delight run through her as she types Tim a short message.And before you know it, quitting time arrives. Tim pulls up, and Abbie climbs into the car,. Yet, even as these thoughts completed their usualcourse, rounding through my head, I found my feetwalking. My hand moved itself upon the handle of myroom, which I had never had any "company" in. Thethought that I was nearly 30 and in fact had neverhad any "company" hit me smack in the face. I wassad, but I kept going, each step a journey in itself,my feet each hitting the un-vacuumed carpet, leavinga small "puff" of dust smoke behind as the foot waslifted up. Slowly, I reached the door, out of.