"Men, on the other hand, tend to accept a guy for who he is. A man isn'talways trying to remake another man in his own image and likeness. Heisn't try...ng to sculpt and mold and carve a guy, as if he were so muchstone or clay. It's easy to be around other men. They don't have hiddenagendas, out-of-control hormones, and emotions as varied and fragile asbutterflies. They're straightforward, if not always honest. Simple anddirect, they make their desires known. They seldom become angry, hurt,or. I agreed to meet him down the road at a truck stop (GO FIGURE) he gave me a description of his vehicle and I gave him the description of what I would be driving , the day seemed to go by pretty slow after agreeing to meet him. Meanwhile my sister called and asked if she could come over, I said come on. I told her what had inspired earlier that day, of course she thought I had lost my mind. She wanted to see what he looked like so we get on the computer only to find that he had taken his picture. Her plan was falling apart as things occurred that she had forgotten or overlooked. Frantic, she cried out to the Praetor, trying to be as specific as possible. 'Praetor, help me! Why did you allow me contact with my sister if you do not intend that I bring her back? Please release her so that she may come to me and be reborn.' There was no response, but Murielle could feel the cold, metallic presence in her mind.'I know you are here. You revealed yourself to me before. Why do you hide from me. “Do you understand what this place is?” she asked.“Yes, Miss.”“This is your home now.”I nodded and smiled.We went back down the hall to another room. She opened the door and there were three men standing, drinking brandy and smoking. I nervously looked up at Miss Maggie.“It’s all right, Victoria,” she assured me. “They will only be watching us.”Miss told me to take off my dress. I pulled it up over my head, but used it to cover up my nakedness.“You are a beautiful young girl Victoria, you.