Some men I’ve been with have warmed me up with a brief prostate massage and there have been some when I’ve wanted to say, “Keep going!”I calle... the guy up, who introduced himself to me as “Steve,” and he told me he did a forty-five-minute massage first, followed by the prostate massage. He said it would be a two-hour appointment and run me about $200. I said, “Well, it’s a little steep, but I haven’t had a massage in a while and this sounds interesting.” He promised me a “relaxed and intense. You know you can trust me,” he told her. “I mean we’re friends, right?” This seemed to be playing right into her hands. “I think we are,” she said as she smiled and nodded her head. “But to be honest with you there is something else, Thomas.” His answer was “What’s that?” She slowly lost her smile before saying “Thomas, I am a woman just like you’re a man, right?” He said yes. “And like a man, a woman has her feelings, and emotions.” She closed her eyes and looked down and away from him.. Green. Envy? Jealousy? Grass. A garden. Streaks of black blended into the surrounding green defined branches. Flicks of the knife defined leaves. Lushness. Happiness. White and yellow. It’s night. A streetlamp breaks the surrounding darkness, revealing shadows in the background. People? Pets? A man on the path ... pauses near a park bench. Glistening, wet. Not a place of respite. His eyes show surprise. But of course, there isn’t enough detail created by the knife to see his eyes. Surprise? His. The malevolent soul of the Biomancer reached for me. It surged around me. It tried to seize my own soul. It tried to rip at me, pulling at my essence. He screamed at me, raging at me for destroying his rebirth.For a moment, I felt his dreams of a world remade to his perfection. People changed by beetle-like insects, the things that had distorted my father into that thing lying dead on the hill. I shuddered, gritting my teeth, my hands clenching around the crumbling handle of the hammer. I.