A few days into this break, I was walking home from a visit to a high street tailor where I'd been measured for my very first suit, something that my ...forthcoming job required, when I first heard and then saw Mrs. Jacobs, a near neighbour. What I heard was a heavy wheezing and after a brief visual search saw her lying on her lawn clutching her chest.I ran swiftly to her and asked if I could help but she was unable to reply as she struggled to breathe. To my untrained eye she appeared to be. Next came lining my eyes with a black pencil, and I put on some long false lashes and several coats of mascara. My eyes looked terrific! I took a little break and finished my vodka and cherished the moment…nice buzz and on my way to becoming Lisa, a cool guy coming over soon and it was only 10:30 on the first day of “vacation”! I lit a cigarette (120’s of course) then headed back to the bathroom to finish my transformation. I couldn’t resist a few more coats of mascara then I put. ..”“You fought on your own and without my help, this you can tell your Warrior.” She smiled. “He was here before, he was the first human to set foot on Green Hell and survive, I know of him. He does not know of me but I am certain he has felt my presence back then. Keep me a secret.”“I will.”“When peace and tranquility has returned to this world I shall visit you. Roy has told me much about you and your Hell-Ade.”“Roy, he sure will be glad if he hears that Green Hell is unharmed.”“Roy is here.. When He became a killer He lost His virtue, threw away the one gift that kept man above the beast, humanity. Survival was the warriors only true creed, honor was an expensive and deadly companion. Certainly He had now willingly put aside His sword, dulled the edge to make it as harmless as a walking cane, yet no amount of restitution could erase the memories that strengthened with time rather than dissipated. He grasped control gladly, held it firm in His hands and wavered not one tremor from.