" They all ... well, nearly all, have an iota of truth buried deep within their writings. I believe they're not meant to be taken literally, but repre...ent more of a metaphor for what God, if such a being exists, wanted to instil in us. In my time, nobody ever agreed on the interpretation, but we had some good debates about it." And some rather bloody wars," Sarek added cynically."Yes, those too."Over the following few days, we discussed philosophy and religion. Whilst the hierarchy insisted. I wore leather straps with chain loops around my wrists, ankles, and thighs. i also wore a leather slave collar, of course. Out of a whim of particular cruelty, my owner also placed a headband of white fluffy bunny ears upon my head. He had already proven himself a magician by such feats impertinent to this story. Let me only say he was powerful and cruel, and i desperately wanted to get away. By a stroke of luck he died, but his curse remained. i could not ever remove my bondage straps, and on. “Mr. Smith?” (My real name is much more cumbersome and harder to pronounce correctly than this, but, for the sake of the story, I will continue to be “Mr. Smith”) I heard a female voice speak my name as a young woman stepped forward from the throng of people to stand next to the young man with the sign. I turned slightly and faced a very attractive red-haired woman that I guess was probably around 25-27 years old. She was very tall and slim, about 5’-9” or 5’-10” and she looked even taller in. So she watched him arrive in his office knowing he'd be out in ten to fifteen minutes. Time to 'Bump' into him once more.He was right on time as she assumed the very likeness of Erin McPherson. She walked right into him and fell on the sidewalk only a block east of Michigan Avenue. It was the high rent district. She was dressed in a leather mini skirt with a matching bolero jacket and a green satin blouse. She wore 4 inch heels matching her outfit."Ooops," she squealed, being knocked to the.