It was when I was discussing a piece of art drawn by some wanna-be artist college girl that I laid eyes upon ‘Her’. Although my glance just passed...her briefly when I was casually scanning the room, my roaming vision was quickly drawn back to her when my brain registered the possible angel fallen from heaven. Her height was nice for a woman, 5’10 with firm yet feminine shoulders. The hair that crowned her head seemed to me to be made from black silk, falling down to the top of her lower back. After the shower, I threw a pair of shorts on and a t-shirt, going to the kitchen to make some dinner. I was watching a good show on TV, and started thinking about Tammy again. Instantly, I heard my phone chirp. It was a text message from Tammy as if she knew I was thinking of her. She has never talked to me outside of work and my first thought was something was wrong with the floor. “What are you doin?” she asked. “Watching TV, eating some left over chicken.” “Did you look in the bag yet?” . That honor would be more than enough to earn him the deference of his peers to the right of First Claim, no matter the outcome of the lottery.The Archbishop was old; too old, perhaps, for pursuits such as these if his compatriots knew his true identity. They went against the canon of his teachings as well, inviolable laws the preaching of which he oversaw. But the older he grew, the more enamored he became of the these arcane customs. The fact that this secret society existed in its current. On the centre of the bed was a scrap of folded paper. Gracie picked it up and immediately began to read it. I know why you’re here, and I have the answer that will get you home. I didn’t send you on this quest for any real reason other than to give you comfort whilst you do this. Both of you have come from the same place, and in order to get back to that place, you need to do one thing. That thing is make love to one another, to show that you really do want to go back. Gracie read it aloud,.