We walked slowly back to the Plaza. Several groups of young guys approached us on the way, but shied away as soon as Lady growled. She’s a big dog...��well over a hundred pounds—and as we both knew, capable of breaking a man’s arm in two. Once back in the Plaza I scooped six cups of Dog Chow into lady’s bowl. Think she was eager? Only the discipline she’d been taught stopped her from knocking the bowl from my hands. I gave her permission even before I had water in her other bowl. I left her. Sounds exotic I know. But she loved it even though being apart was hard. She simply loves people. Loves travel. Loves biking. It meant she was gone a lot, a week or more at a time, but getting her back home was always so good. We never had a chance to get tired of each other. Just when we might've started taking each other for granted she would be off again on another trip. We started calling it 'hitting the refresh button on our marriage.' She was making a nice six figure and that combined. '"If the 'Murda' is an egg, as you suggest," Alana asked, sitting down to acknowledge that she was no longer a threat to the fairies, "then there had to be a first Murda. Do you have knowledge of that?"'The Murda is forever, ' sang the fairy voices in her head.'For a thousand, thousand years it seeks, alone and forlorn in its grief.'Promising beauty and offering life, guised as a light glistening from high, Darkness came and destroyed the world, and those it loved with a blast. Grace, come over here.” We watched as my partner walked over, her skin tight dress drawing attention from the entire bar. She stood before me, facing me. “You called.” “How much do you need to pee?” “More than anything else in the world, but you haven’t told me I can go.” “You can go here, now. Under the table.” We both watched as Grace squatted under the wooden table, trying and failing to remain hidden from the crowd surrounding us. She hitched up her dress to round her waist and pulled her.