That night I managed to fid a place under a tree with enough low branches to help shelter me from the cool night air.On the third day I was trying to ...atch a fish in a stream. I could see it but I just couldn’t manage to catch it when I heard a voice call out, “Use your brain not your brawn.”That was what our instructor had often told us during our week of training. I looked up to see Jennifer the only girl in our class with us four guys. She was pretty and we guys had teased her about being. I was stressed by life, and by the immediate logistics of getting there. I had no idea what I’d be doing nor how I was going to manage to teach my class. I didn’t feel connected with myself or my spirituality.A significant part of my spiritual path is working with an aspect of Venus. I experience her as a goddess of love and sexuality, particularly focused on transformation and growth through the more fiery aspects of love. I think there are times when she’s sitting there in our hearts, or. Still Debbie looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black leather vest, she had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed half of her ass, and was wearing a pair of black biker boots. As I looked further she had on a low cut black top with a push up bra that lifted up her small tits showing half of her nipples. She was wearing a thick black collar around her neck with the name “Butch” in rhinestones on it, which showed she was “owned” by Butch. She was standing at the bar drinking cheap. " Yes, but you didn't know what you are about to find out. Do you remember that Christmas party at Eric's house three years ago?"How could I forget? It was not one of my shining moments. Eric was the owner of the company I worked for. The party had not been a real joyous occasion. Business had been slow, there had been some layoffs and everyone knew that more were coming. I knew I would be gone in the next round and I was feeling sorry for myself. I drank way too much and passed out. I woke up.