I was waiting for her perched gently on a wrought iron streetlight across the street from the café. I watched her enter, unsure of why she was there,... looking as if she had lost something. Though all day she had been open to me evoking my name as her protector, Grace had no real conscious connection to the idea that we had been together all day. Nervously, she sat down and clutched her ivory leather purse in both hands while chewing on her lip. I dared now to pull my senses away from Grace.. 'Mmm, let’s see what we can do now and hope that we can tame this jungleeventually.' Swiftly and efficiently, Lisa worked on my hair but with no mirrors inthe room I couldn't see what she was doing. It was strangely flatteringto have these two goddesses concentrating solely on me and I felt moreand more comfortable in the role that was being created for me. Therewas something deeply soothing yet exciting in the way Lisa first washedmy hair. I lay backwards with my head on the sink and I felt. "Mmmm, this is good." Shesaid with her mouth full.Lisa took a cookie out and tried one for herself. "Holy crap Pete, thisis like the best chocolate cookie I have ever had." Looking up at theboy. "You made these?"Pete nodded. "Worked on that recipe for almost a year before I got itright. Although I could only do it when my dad was away," Pete lookeddown to avoid the two girls' eyes. "He wouldn't let me bake, said that itwas not something real men do." So what happened, I mean how come you can. “Aunt Edna!” Panicked, I quickly put the towels back and closed the cabinet door. I had no sooner stood up when I heard a soft knock at the door. But this time the knock wasn’t coming from the hallway. It was coming from the door that exited into the bedroom.“Who is it?” I asked.There was no answer. Then another knock.I carefully opened the door and got the shock of my life. It was Aunt Edna. I felt the blood rush out of my head as she pushed her way into the bathroom.“What’s the matter?”.