She was happy in her new position. Despite her young age, she was the undisputed leader in his absence. "All four of Brandy's former slaves have been ...eturned back to their home town. They've not only been stripped of the Alien's Gift, but they've been stripped of every memory they ever had since their abduction by the aliens. I also restored their normal pace of growing. The only bad thing was that because they were under Brandy's power for such a long time, it may bring them plenty of. So it's not too far to walk home afterwards.And it's the same side of the street.I don't even have to cross the road!Aspire to inspire before you expire.My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine.Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses.Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.The irony of life is that, by the time you're old enough to know your way around, you're not going anywhere.God made man before woman so as to give. A quick run to the market was in order. I also picked up some fresh strawberries to nibble on as we drank our third and last bottle of bubbly. We sat outside on our patio stomachs satisfied, heads slightly buzzing, and hearts full of love. The sun began to fall behind a big elm tree, the stereo shuffled the mix of reggae, rock and R&B, and I held her in my arms as she sat in front of me. As if we were of one brain, we faced each other. No words were spoken as our lips touched. Her eyes shown. Hands washed and jet dried, I headed back the way I had come.Turning the corner..."Holy Shit, that looks like her smile." I discretely parked at the corner of the bar and waved over the waitress. "Miss, could you get that cute redhead a Cîroc Red, pressed with a Lime. Oh, and give her this," handing her a napkin. Folded inside was her "handle" and mine. I figured if my intuition was wrong no worse for trying...and it just might spark curiosity from a new friend. Drink delivered. Note unfolded..