I walked slowly down the corridor toward her room. Swiping my card I let myself in. She still stood by the window, and was wearing a long flowing whit...e gown, as she turned to face me, it was low cut her breast poured over the top. Her black hair was spiked up and she looked very seductive. I kept my place by the door, letting her come to me. She wore white spike heels that made her at least 4 inches taller, closer to my height now. She stopped just within arms length of me. Her long fingers. Later that night we were all sitting in the living room. I was reading the paper while the other three watched TV. Stella got up and said she was going to take a shower. I was holding the paper in front of me and when Stella walked past me she gave it a playful smack and asked me if there was anything interesting in the paper. Then she went into her bedroom, remember it was off the living room, and holy shit, she didn’t completely close the door. Was my imagination going crazy? Did Stella. I’m sure Reverend Saddler knew that and that’s why he insisted on the NIV.”“Is there a specific thing you can point out that is purposefully mistranslated?”“Yes. One important example is that whenever the Greek word «παραδόσεις» (paradosis) is used in a negative sense, it’s translated ‘traditions’, and whenever it’s used in a positive sense, it’s translated ‘teachings’. They do add footnotes which say ‘or traditions‘ but most people likely miss that, and more importantly, if you use a. No. Sorry," I replied, trying to keep up with his pace."No worries, you'll soon pick it up. Bit short of theatre staff I'm afraid and there's a pretty bad RTA victim that will need a lot of patching up by the sound of it, so we're likely to have your charming company all day! Not what I had planned either believe me!" We turned off the main corridor following the sign saying Operating Theatres A to D and almost immediately swept left through double swing doors into Theatre A."What's your name?".