One of them had bright green hair, the other bright blue. Primary colours. They were woven into six plaits like the first one. Their eyes were brightl... coloured as well: violet, slightly different shades from each other. In fact the green-haired one’s were a bit more green, and the blue-haired one’s were a bit more blue. It was weird, but in a good way.Grace gave a little bow, by way of making her contribution to the formalities of meeting aliens from outer space, and the aliens smiled and. Out of fear someone might read you? But this is ridiculous. Neither my parents nor Larissa know that you even exist, so why would anyone of them read you? Also they don't know I added a false bottom to my drawer where I keep the key to the lock which is sealing your figurative mouth. I know it doesn't matter to you since you are patient and probably won't even notice me doing it, but I'll have to take a deep breath or two before writing everything down. Alright, I'm letting the cat out of the. But we are almost 30 years old. I want to have a child. I can't worry about you impregnating the world." I whispered to him harshly as we exited the store."I know. I wish... It wasn't like that." Wishes don't break habits. If it was just about me, it'd be one thing, but, why is it every single pretty woman you see?" I ask, my face getting pale."I don't know," Mark said sullenly as unloaded the cart and loaded up the van."Mark, we've done therapy, we've gone to a doctor, I've read books. I. My first century in Hell was spent as one of the Tormented. Toward the end of that period, I mentioned a way to increase the number of souls Saint Peter sent down the ‘Slippery Slide to Hell’. My idea was tried and it worked. My reward was to be elevated to the position of Tormentor, Third Class.During the next two centuries, I received several promotions ending up as one of Hell’s Tormentor Supervisors. My boss, Simon Legree, was the Manager of the Department of New Souls and reported directly.