One thing I'd grown to understand more and more since that fateful Tuesday night was that communication with the voice was easy even in the most crowd...ed of places. All I had to do was think of something I wanted to say, and that's what I did now. 'You talk about me having great sex, but if I can't neither can you isn't that true? And how come with your... er... talents you can't just sort of locate her?''Some things are hard to explain, lets say that I can't and leave it at that. As for the. "This is what I have learned," Héber began his report. McAllister listened intently.The deacons' best guess at the floor plan to the Basilica was drawn on a piece of expensive paper tied to his wrist. McAllister, Savonne, and three others climbed the rope to the roof from the wall in the southwest corner. At other corners the other three groups of men, each with a Deacon, were doing the same.This building was a stable, though it was horseless at the moment, housing as it did the various. There was only one way the two of them could have gotten together.Matt Brown stumbled groggily to the front door wondering who in hell could be ringing his doorbell at two in the morning. He opened the door to find Bob Brandt standing on his doorstep."Bob! What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Atlanta."Matt was so surprised at seeing Bob that he never saw the right cross that sent him tumbling to the floor. Bob stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him."Why am I supposed. Even now it’s bombarding me, it feels like a massive wave, violent, powerful, yet… gentle.” Greia squirmed a bit as she said that last bit, sending a wave of arousal through me. Her words were surreal and unbelievable, but I just knew, looking into her verdant eyes, what she was telling me was the truth. I gulped “Huh… that explains a couple things.” I scratched my head, taking everything in… me? A demigod? What in the fucking world is happening. Back to the real world Hark, back to the real.