I spilled the coffee on the table and said aloud but under my breath, "Cocksucker."Yeah I was frustrated, and any first year psych student will tell y...ou. Frustration leads to aggression. Yeah I admit that I was looking for trouble. I wanted to get it out of my system, before I met Jeremy.I called The Brit. "Hey what you doing now?" I asked."I'm sitting in a tub of hot water. So what do you need?" he asked."I'm at Hardee's and just finished breakfast. How about you come out to the house and give. I know now that it wasn’t your fault that you….. you know, lost it. I put you under pressure. I won’t do that again.”“It’s not your fault Julie. I was just stressed about Lyn wanting to break up and then wanting my baby. That’s all.”“Don’t worry about it, she probably won’t take anyway. She’s a few days away from ovulating. It’s just something that she really wants but she knows it’s a long shot. Don’t let her know that I told you though.” We had breakfast and cleaned up. Lyn was on tender. She shook her head as if her vision was blurring, and, a little apologetically, said"Sorry, Jiri, but I've got to go".She left quickly without another word.Before he could turn to see her depart, he felt a gentle touch on his neck that he both welcomed and somehow expected. Those strong fingers were soon kneading and caressing his own neck, and he lowered his head as a strange lassitude and warmth spread across his shoulders and down his spine. For several minutes, he let those fingers work. Then he noticed the animals: they were more stout and fatter; their meat sweet and richer in flavor, its color a vivid red. It was unlike the dark, stringy meat of the animals he was used to.He decided in his mind that it was a sign: With his every step closer to God's Lands, the land was graced by his favor. The animals became fat and felt no hunger, the trees and plants grew tall and proud, the birds soared high and their voices were sweet as honeydew running down a child's mouth. It was His.