. three things ... were striking about that. Firstly, her face seemed to us to be glowing. Secondly, she was speaking with confidence far beyond anyth...ng we'd seen in her before. Thirdly, most of us thought she was speaking gibberish."Wo de haizimen, wo dai nimen zai yiqi." She paused, and Yvonne spoke;"It's Chinese," she said. "She said, 'My children, I have brought you together'." Ni mei cì xuyao duifang, dan ruguo ni xìnren wo, xìnren duifang, ni hui zuo de hen hao." You each need each. Most of her classes had been the usual routine of boring lectures, copious notes, cramming and, finally, regurgitating pet facts and phrases come test time. But Paul Terrance was different. In his philosophy class, he almost encouraged them NOT to take notes, but rather to connect with the ideas and trains of thoughts as he moved from one fascinating topic to another, often pausing to ask a pointed question and solicit student opinion rather than being satisfied with having them simply rephrase. We were running to get to a dry place but once we were drenched it didn’t matter anymore. We are laughing and stop to catch our breath and you grab me and turn me around and pin me up against the rail with a long passionate kiss. I giggle and try to squirm out of your grasp but you thrust your pelvis against mine and I can FEEL what your intentions are. I worry that there are people around but we haven’t seen anyone out here for ages and its raining and so we are all alone. You put your hand. ” Lucy said with a slight frown, “After I offer you all my body and love have to give, you can say ‘no,’ and win…if winning is that important to you.” “Oh,” I smirked with a faux-pouty face, “is Lucy guilt-tripping me? Should I have sympathy for the devil?” “Great song.” Lucy said. “What?” I asked. “Fucking millennials.” Lucy grumbled. God appeared before us in a burst of golden light. She was her usual beautiful self; her face a portrait of motherly beauty, her golden hair draped over her tan.