"These are modifiers," the dealer explained. "They represent varioustraits that can make your new lives more interesting, for good or ill.You will ea...h be dealt one modifier for each number you rolled." Helooked at Martin, still smiling pleasantly. "Young man, you rolled afour, so you get four modifier cards." He dealt four cards from the topof the deck, placing them face down in front of Martin. "Don't look atthose quite yet."It only took a few more seconds for the dealer to hand out the. ”She wore an asymmetrical black dress, with a light-blue collar detail; which Vincenzo’s pendant hung down over. Houndstooth heels almost completed the outfit, but there was one more vital accessory that she had to get at the convention: a half-empty champagne glass.That was as much as she ever drank at these things. From that point, the glass qualified as an accessory. It wasn’t that she’d been afraid of being poisoned; everything she drank had been supplied by the San Finzione vineyards and. When his leg was upon her flesh, she knew it gently touching her leg and that gentleness was a reflection of how caring and careful the gorgeous man sitting next to her was, in the way he conducted his life . Although she had never done anything so bold, no never before in her life, she reached out slowly and placed her hand on top of his hand. Then she slid her fingers between his fingers, inter-locking their hands together in a symbolic embrace reflecting that she needed to be caressing his. It had been years since our reunion one week before. Before that, the last time I saw Max was way back in ’94 when he needed me for a corporate event he was hosting. At the end, he had left without saying good bye or even “Thank you.” He had moved several times without leaving any address or email address. I went on with my life, came home to Oregon, and retreated to my crow’s nest of a home to write. I had just let him in the front door with a “Hi”, when he passed by me and disappeared into.