He seemed notto have a problem with us being us, left us alone in the hay atlunchtimes, made himself known when we were hidden away, made himselfscarc... when my Minotaur was ready for some chemistry. The farmer's wifewas sweet as the apples pies she made us, she let me play my part inthis tale of summer, let the nature take its course.On the last day at the farm, there was drinks and celebration for end ofthe season. The farmer asked me if I would like to come back for thefollowing summer to. My wife and I always stayed in the cheapest hotels when we went on vacation. It just made since, we rationalized. Skimping on hotels left us more money to do things like playing putt-putt or racing go-carts or seeing a movie. Maybe that was why the room was different this time.That and she had told me where to get the room and had warned not to skimp was the real reason why I stood in this room. My wife Lauren would never have understood. Nor would she have ever “wasted” money so easily. . “My melds.” Sorrow sighed, “None of them wanted me, but they called for me nonetheless.” “They’re better off this way.” I mused. “I think so.” Sorrow nodded. We walked hand-in-hand through burrows and hovels, where gravestones stood at odd angles, their surfaces so calcified that they were barely discernable from the rocks. There were no plants in Sorrow’s realm, not even dead ones. Much like Wrath’s kingdom, Sorrow’s was a sterile, lifeless place. Even the skeletons that hung from the bridge. "No, not right now," I said, wishing she wasn't my brother's girlfriend."Ok, some other time perhaps," she smiled again and left.Definitely some other time, I thought. Her pictures were locked away in the cabinet in my bedroom along with other nude studies I had taken of Pat and other previous girlfriends.Pat was getting on my nerves, lately, always moaning at me, so I decided it time to dump her. Now that I had seen Sue's assets, Pat's slim, boyish figure has lost it appeal to me. Before I.