He bowed his head. “That’s most remarkable! I am Dr. Gunther Wilhelm, head of historiography in the temple.” He held his hand out to me and I to...ok it, then shook it.“Historiography?” I asked.“I study modern and primitive versions of the Archaeon, our holy scripture, as well as what little writing exists detailing the life of Saint Mannox, the villains that Nasrudin battled, and so on.” He smiled. “Do you have any questions, Dr. Cog?”“Some, actually,” I said. “I was reaching the Archaeon – can. ”“You know exactly what I’m talking about David. We’ve been skirting around the subject since last night and this morning you said you’d give everything you have to be with me. Was that just sex talk or do you mean it?”After pondering her question for a minute I said, “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life but I’m not sure where to go from here. Last week I went from not being able to live alone to coming here and having three women in my life. At one point I thought I’d be. A light sheet-like dress draping my body blustered in the wind. I couldn’t feel any real chill from the wind, but that wasn’t really what I was after. I looked down to the four men below me and scanned them over thoughtfully. I drug my fingers through their scalps and rested on the third from my left. He stood up. I walked gracefully to a massive bed. We were on a dock at a beach. The wooden dock was above untouched sand with the calm water in the distance. The sun was either rising or. In a way it was very much like a number of the other women I had known in my life. Although we both knew that she would always be my slave.We were to a lull and just sitting enjoying each others company when I decided that it would be interesting to open the bag. I took out the clothes hanger that was designed for dress slacks. It was made of wood and had both a metal rod and a wooden dowel that the pants laid over. When it was closed the pants were held in place by the rod holding them against.