‘You’ve got nerves, coming here.’ He whispered in my ears. It wasn’t the voice of Diane’s boyfriend. Neither was it the voice of the one tha...t had flogged me with my machete. ‘What would you do? Report to her boyfriend, like you did at the cinema? Or come to my place tonight and slash my tires?’ His eyes widened at that. I knew him now. My slasher-man. Perfect. ‘I’m just here to cheer a friend. I don’t want any trouble.’ I said innocently. ‘We’ll see.’ He said and moved away. The seminar ended. As he lay there, tears of both happiness and devastation welled from his eyes. He had, for the first time in his barren life, found love, yet he knew that that this love was an illusion, could never be reciprocated, could never be consummated.A fantasy began to bloom in his mind. He need never leave; he could stay here forever in her stony embrace, loving her. Surely, if there were any justice in the world, her memory, her ghost, the soul of this woman must still survive. While not a spiritual. Jarvis had a marvel ideal, we would register with a gay sex site and have them give us guidance as to how to proceed. Anyway we set up our page and begin to receive applicants from around the city we listed. We suggested that we needed a secluded facility for the outing. After receiving a number of locations we narrowed it down to four, from the pictures sent in. We contacted the senders and went out to meet and inspect the premises. Finally we settled on one and entered into contractual talks. While researching for his latest paper, Ryan unearthed an old book, at least two thousand years old he suspected, in some dark, forgotten corner of a library in the middle of nowhere in a former Soviet Bloc country. This tome was written in the now-dead Sumerian language but luckily Ryan could read it. The ancient book told of another dimension separate from our own, a place where demons, spirits of pure unrestrained evil dwelt.The book revealed secrets long forgotten by men, secrets probably.