In between the fifth and sixth story I began to have a relationship with the character in my story I call "Russell". It was he that I had an indiscret...on with during my time with William. Most would not have called it cheating, but I always felt awful that I never told William.As things got more and more serious with "Russell", I failed to tell him about the stories I was writing and the "triple life" I was leading, 1) the grieving widow, 2) the tell-all erotic story author 3) the new paramour. There are huge lights spotlighting someone as people bustle around. The windows are all black, but there’s no shortage of light over the bare smooth concrete floor.She’s in awe of the size of the space and her jaw drops when she sees the model. She’s blonde and stunning with perfect porcelain skin. She moves with sensuality enough to make a grown man blush and looks beyond sophisticated in her evening gown slit so high up the side. Nicole suddenly feels every bit the child her age would. As we meander down the liquor and wine aisle she tells me how we need to “really stock up on this stuff. I’ve got to find some way to get you loosened up and ready to go!” How can your thoughts not get away from you with statements like that? Next thing I know a full quarter of her cart is filled with alcohol. As we stand in line at the checkout I ask her to take a look outside. “Wow, it’s really coming down,” she says. “It’s almost a white out. How far is it to your place?” “We’ve got about. “We have divine purpose. Humans are special among all creation.”“Why?” Bella asked.“Because that is what the Gods tell us. We are their chosen vessels,” Janie smiled, hoping Bella would understand.Bella sighed. “I wish that were true, but I just can’t see it. There is just too much evil in the world, and most of it is our own fault. If the hands of the gods are in that, then they are very cruel gods. People are monsters to each other.”“That’s not all people are!” Janie insisted, “There’s so.