Atkins it was sex. It wasn’t long after undressing I saw him standing in my doorway looking at me. ‘Well?’ I smirked, lying on the bed. He smil...d and walked in. ‘What about your mom?’ ‘First of all she’s at a book signing, so she’ll be gone all day. And second of all when has my mom ever stopped you?’ I whispered, remembering when she thought we were by the pool studying. She thought having us go outside would keep us innocent, but she was wrong. The memory made me smile. ‘What?’ he grinned.. 'I was inspired by the French Revolution', I laughed and said. She looked a little surprised but I did not try to hold her hand and she just smiled and got in.We became more friendly after that. A few lunches at the Student Center, more studying. We would sometimes walk together and chat between classes. Parting when she went to more classes in writing and me toward the science complex. She was majoring in Journalism and I thought I wanted to be a Doctor. One day I met her near the exit to a. When I drew near, I could see that even the post and toy holding her up were made of gold. That precious metal decorated her Egyptian black hair, formed rings around her upper arms.But the worst part, for me, was the way that she was also tied to a cross that seemed timed to cut her wrists every so often. Blood dripped slowly, teasingly, onto the precious gems at her feet. The sight had drawn me in and made me look closer at the thrall. She wouldn’t die from those cuts. Never. They were. .,” Sally answered. “Uh ... the scary one...”“Yes. Well, her father has to tell the truth. He can’t lie, not even little white lies. That’s pretty bad when the wife asks if her outfit makes her look fat and he has to answer that it does.”Sally managed to giggle at that.“You asked me if she is crazy. He told me once that Betsy was touched by the Gods and Goddesses. I believe him. She has been touched by the Gods and Goddesses. The thing is, I don’t know what that means.”Sally didn’t say.