He felt uneasy about this secret and to act upon it would be a game changer. For the past ten years, Mark was curious about having sex with a man.Not ...ust any man but a well-hung black man. In fact, his real fantasy and the one he kept thinking about and even dreaming about was to have sex with two well-endowed, black studs and the past couple of months it seemed to almost become an obsession. It started innocently enough with a dream, one morning Mark had a vivid dream that he was sucking a. " His words cut through the roar of the fire and the agony of my torment. "Cloak yourself in coals and flames and appear before your humble supplicant!"A fiery hand seized my soul. I was ripped from my body.I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.Into fire.A great, fiery being rose, following the path my soul fell, using my death to escape into the world. His name was seared on my soul. Molech. I was his, sacrificed to him by my God, my soul chained to the demon's blackened soul. I landed. .! My husband will kill me if he finds out”. I felt a bit strange too, talking this ways to a lady without knowing anything about her and the conversation moved on to general interest areas.Logical to the exchange above, I asked her to join me for a cup of coffee at Alka Hotel in CP, as both of us were scheduled to be in that part of the town in a day or so. We decided upon what we would be wearing so that each could recognize the other, as you all know, pictures can be pretty different from. King, you know I’ve got people to help move.’ Her smile beamed with love for Mike as she replied, ‘I guess I can’t fault you for that. In his own way, Penny, Michael does the Lord’s work.’ ‘You’d better give me some credit, Ms. King. Don’t forget who helped you move.’ ‘I haven’t forgotten, Michael, and I never will.’ * * * * * Penny Collins-Lynch came home that night to a dozen red roses in a vase on the dining room table. She picked up the letter next to the single candle and read it by the.