“You must be crazy, if you leave this room you are risking your marriage, everything.”She stared at herself in the mirror for another five minutes... before switching the light off and slipping back into the room. As she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness again she glanced first towards the chair and then her sleeping husband. Her mind was conflicted but then taking a deep breath she walked purposefully to the chair, snatched the dress up and slipped it over her head letting it fall. The being was a Karthanian and dressed just like Grtonner.Along with Grtonner and the others, we went down into the Cargo hold. There was no stench this time and the cages were not locked and filled with former slaves and Ithe.The boarding ramp lowered with a high pitched whine.It hadn’t even opened all the way as the local Karthanian swooped in and landed his little bike sized craft more or less right before me. “Get your cargo out on the double, there is lots of work and this is most likely. Com Melanie smacked her pink lips and checked her makeup in the rearview mirrorquickly before getting out of her sedan. Her knee length black skirt swirledaround her thighs with a soft whisper as she stepped out on to the heat bakedsidewalk, and approached the little French café. A green enshroudedveranda was gated off to either side of the entrance but no afternoon dinerssat in the heat. Melanie tossed her hair back over her shoulder. An afternoonof shopping and play, a visit to the salon and. It also cost Elias Helms his position as assistant pastor at the local Congregational Protestant Church. Lester and Elias were close friends both having studied at Oral Roberts University before each entered their chosen profession. Lester went into archeology while Elias went into preaching. Although it seems both had very diverse professions, they continued to run into each other at different conventions and revivals. Lester had been studying some of the aboriginal religions of Eastern Africa.