" The Fag-Hag appeared to cackle more in reasoning."Our pretty little Romeos have checked out the girls before, andsometimes they got lucky." "Yea!" I... beaked off to the Fag-Hag. She complained to me about itoften enough. "You don't like the lovely male outlaws because - theylike to invade your beloved, new-age party scenes in order to meetthe girls and get laid!" And we also notice they check out other guys." The Fag-Hag repliesto me as if speaking to a small child. "A much better class. "Is it possible that we can take a little while and get to know each other again? I won't pretend that things can go back to when we were 14. I'm sorry I was so stupid." C'mon, Kel," I said. "You were popular and pretty. I was average in just about everything. You shouldn't be surprised that I had a crush on you. It's not a surprise to me that you didn't think of me that way. You could have any guy you wanted. It's not a shock that you didn't want me." I did want you," she insisted. "The song I. I listened to the music and even bought a drink for a pretty creature with sparkling eyes. It looked like a female, acted like a female and talked like a female but my gut told me “beware” because this was only an imitation woman. The truth was in the size of the thick wrist that held the concoction of unknown ingredients. Then, there was the ridiculous price that made me the fool and the creature my accomplice in fostering a lie.I was in an Orwellian world where the Truth was really a Lie and. It was more like God Herself, speaking through Her angels from the music. Joe felt an almost spiritual chill thrilling him to his core as he looked up into the dust covered warehouse beams and saw rays of light shifting from the high, overhead windows. In fact, he had a brief glimpse of a revelation, realizing that Victoria, as a Vice President of Worldcom, must certainly be at least close to the true Goddess Herself. He had, through no greatness of his own, been blessed to have sat mere.