I triggered a blast into my lungs and held my breath, feelingwoozy for a second. Better safe then sorry.I expelled the air in my lungs, took a deep br...ath and ran, leaving myold friend behind. I've known a few pirate's that never would've, but,frankly, I'm not that sentimental.I heard a voice back the way I'd come. "He's running!"No shit, Sherlock. I'd gained a lead of about 50 feet. God, please letit be enough. The road was another 50 feet down and I began to run flat-out, watching the ground. Anyway, the trash would be collected in a few hours so I figured I'd be all right. Though it would be pretty funny if the minister's daughter got caught with the goods. My Dad would just scream. Maybe it would be good if I got caught."Yasmina, you've always been such a good girl," he'd say and then probably get me out of it.The thing is that I had always been a good girl. The closest thing to sex I had ever had was Jimmy Noonan trying to feel me up after the prom. Then there was Miss Howard,. Before you get the wrong idea, she is totally submissive. She will do anything. Anything dear! And she loves it. She really gets off on acting like a slave." Who is she?" she asked. "How did you find her? Are you going to be in trouble with me over this?" No dear. You will just have to trust me. I met her totally by accident and after tonight, you will love her."Just then, she walked in the kitchen. She had her head down and started getting some stuff out of the cabinets. My wife had a shocked. The Citadel was a fortress, built to provide the support the Called Ones would require to give them the best chance of surviving the great battle and the shift to follow. Only the pope and the head of the Grand Council of Cardinals new what was to come, down through the centuries these two individuals had stewarded a faith shared by billions of the devoted around the globe, often times at the expense of ones who, when the time came, would be the keys to completing the great task. Cardinal.