Angels in golden armour ripped apart like peices of paper, sceams from the battlefield could be heard from miles away. A war old as the days of creati...on. God absent. Chaos absolute.A man approached Za'nak. He is was in his 20s. His face was young but his black beard gave his demeanor an aura of experience. He wore pristine white armour with a golden Cape that gave off heavenly scent and in his right hand he held a weapon of hell. A flame sword that he held with grace. In his left hand he held a. . can't ... breathe." Howard grunted."Leave some for me, Mr. Farrell!" interjected a female voice. His father released him, allowing him to turn toward the sound. He found a diminutive but reasonably curvy frame sheathed in creamy, white skin and one of Howard's oversized T-shirts, topped by a river of straight, crimson hair with blonde highlights that suggested a lava flow, and piercing green eyes. There was a glad smile on the young woman's face, but it took Howard a minute to place. Now she wanted him more than ever. ‘Ay Chihuahua,’ Logan laughed to his Cosmic Companions later that evening. ‘Never have I stroked, squeezed and fondled a bosom as magnificent. We have taken such mega-leaps within such a brief time, in the name of getting somewhere with a woman. I need to get to sleep. Rave On Cosmic Cowboys, I think I might enjoy this story a lot.’ *************** ‘What a wild one,’ Logan exclaimed to himself the following evening. ‘Sensia was almost over the line today.’. Now, she was just depressed. Mellissa had become Mrs. Walter Schaeffer against the advice of her mother and girlfriends, but she’d known it was right. Her heart told her it was. Walt had been charming. Walt had been handsome. He’d said he loved her when her heart ached to hear those words. Walt and Mellissa moved into the house on Elm Street and began what she thought would be an ideal life together. He sold real estate at a local brokerage, and she was a cashier with Winslow’s, a department.