#98471 - For a moment I could see my tombstone, engraved upon its marble surface the words: “He died pleasing a goddess made flesh; at least there was a smile on his face. It’s a good thing I do keep a few sets of extra clothing of my own here at the shop, including new underwear. Oh how I can still feel the heat of her breath upon my skin, the gentle breeze coming from the smiling lips and her nose… Then in an instant to the here and now I suddenly returned, calling out orders to the handful of my men who stood at the ready behind the walls battlements; each one held the look of a man who knows that before the day is done, they will stand in judgment before He who watches over all of us on earth.