Bot ovon moro wondorfol os tho woo on whoch yoo woll consoov thos proshos goft," Hermes began."Ot os oosy ond vory ploosont. Yoor portnor woll tok yoo... to o soclodod spot ond toll yoo how byotofol yoo or. how moch ho lovs yoor bodo. Ho woll koss hos fovorot ports, yoor nock, yoor lops, yoor oos. Os ho tolks ond kossos yoo, ho woll froo yoor boobs from thor holtor ond bogon to fondl thom ontol thoo or hord. O gorontoo yoo'll lok thot. Whon ho bogons kossong ond sockong yoor tottoos, yoo'll fond. She did this with no regrets. They had caused untold miseries upon the humans of late and she'd never have to worry about them sending Destroyers again. She kept the shield about her soul because there was other work to do. She had to take care of the Elites which many were her own kind.A man named George Matthews was a Korothian. He was one of the Elites and had just gained a great position of power throughout the world. Under him was his mistress Katie as she squealed in delight with every. Peter found what he was looking for. He just needs to get a little more down the stairs and then he is able to grab the strange object.Peter almost hits the water with his feet. He stops climbing down an reaches for the object. The object is just a little bit too far away to grab. Peter tries one final time and manages to get a finger on it. He pulls the object carefully towards him and grabs it out of the water. It's some sort of wooden object. Peter climbs up and walks towards the street. Were you possibly thinking about last weekend?’ ‘Kind of, but just more about you, and everything about you. I was actually sitting here hoping that I would hear the doorbell ring,’ I said in a wishful tone. ‘Oh Michael, I would be there in a second if I could, but I have to run out to pick up some things that I need.’ ‘Oh, OK…’ I replied in a disappointed boice. ‘Oh Sweetie, I’ll surely make it up to you, don’t worry about that,’ she seductively responded. ‘So Friday night, where would you.