Michal shook her head. "No Sire. There was no mention of it in my book." She paused for a moment. "Sire, my book said we lived in Cairo, and that my h...sband's name is... was Sofian. He was a commander, CL-8, a Priest." She looked very timid. "Sire?"I nodded. "Yes? It's okay to speak freely. Ask anything you want." Yes, sincere gratitude. Sire? Can I walk to Cairo? Is it possible?"I sighed. "Cairo is about ninety kilometers north from here. My wife and I are on a survival test too. We're heading. Slumping back into his pillow Arthur gasped, “Holy shit Mary, what’s going ON with you?”Still not responding she stripped her nightgown and straddle his belly. “I’m going to teach you about sex Arthur. I’ve always pleased you, my dear husband, haven’t I?” Stunned with confusion he nodded. “Now, YOU are going to learn how to please ME.”Before meeting Amanda, she wouldn’t have acted this way. In their twenty years of marriage, she had never asserted her needs. But after having ravished him, she. “Same rules for all of you. No one with a halo. Don’t interrupt Michaelist gatherings, either, any of you. Let them do their thing. We’re working together with the Michaelists, in some friendly competition, but not hostile or adversarial at all. The goal is to turn as many humans as possible into either Raptured saints or devils of Hell as quickly as we reasonably or realistically can. However, no one below fourteen is to be turned. They must reach that new age of majority and consent first.. Most hoppers willforce their way into their victim's body, in what can only be describedas a very strange and terrifying form of mind rape. Granted, thesensation doesn't last very long before their mind goes into a coma likestate, but it can feel like an eternity to the unfortunate person who isgoing through it.Just about as bad is the carnage that a hopper can cause in the ensuingdays, weeks, or months while occupying a host's body. Because hoppershave an almost constant need to engage in.