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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by 
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading 
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes 
without the consent of the author.

JC: Oliver Brown

By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 2

Oliver stood at the boundary between his world and the world of 
the Gods and Goddesses. He took a deep breath and crossed over 
the boundary. The subtle texture of the world changed. Colors 
brightened, odors intensified, and the noises increased in volume. 
He watched the birds flit from tree to tree. He looked down to wait 
for the one who had summoned him.

The couple he had met in Bogota, stepped out from behind a tree. 
He moved to them, ready to follow them to the clearing. The 
couple turned and led the way along a wide path as Oliver 
followed watching the subtle swaying of the woman's ass. Her 
body was perfect.

Reaching the clearing, the couple turned and faced him. Their 
hands were still fused together. The man said, "You have to choose 
one of us."

"You are one," replied Oliver, recognizing that he was dealing with 
one God/Goddess with two separate manifestations.

The woman answered, "You have to decide which aspect you will 
serve. The female or the male."

Oliver asked, "What's the difference?"

The man answered, "We will not tell you. You must choose and 
the choice must be made without undo influence."

"I can't. I would prefer to serve both."

"You must choose one or the other."

Oliver looked from the woman to the man, unsure of what he 
should do. The other times, the God and the Goddess had just 
taken him and had their way with him. He said, "I'll serve the 
female aspect."

The woman came to him and threw him to the ground. The man 
held him while she ripped his clothes off. His cock became erect as 
she mounted him roughly and started riding his cock. Her cunt was 
incredibly tight and it felt like she was going to pull his cock off 
each time she rose and as though it was going to snap in half each 
time she lowered herself on it. Leaning forward, she grabbed a 
nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. When she 
squeezed and twisted his nipples as hard as she could, he screamed 
to the sky above.

The man continued to hold him down as she worked over his body. 
When he could no longer feel his nipples, she released them. The 
sensation created by her release was just as painful as the original 
twist. He screamed to the sky even as she continued to ride his 
cock. Her first orgasm made him feel like his cock had been put in 
a meat grinder. The muscles deep inside her tightened and relaxed 
in waves along his cock. Each place where it tightened caused it to 
feel like his cock was being cut.  He knew she would ride him until 
he had an orgasm, but he didn't know how that could happen in the 
midst of such pain.

When her orgasm passed, the tightness of her cunt almost seemed 
pleasant. Now it felt like his cock was being pulled off instead of 
shredded. When she reached back and squeezed his balls, his entire 
body arched in pain. The man held him down as she squeezed 
again. Even as he screamed again, his cock seemed to get even 
harder. Her motions increased in speed and intensity. He suddenly 
found himself having an orgasm even as his mind reacted to the 
pain. It was hard to tell what powered his scream, the pleasure of 
the release or the pain. It seemed to last forever and only ended 
after she had another cock shredding orgasm.

She climbed off his cock. He relaxed thinking it would be over. 
Instead, she climbed on his face and rubbed her cunt over his 
mouth. Automatically opening his mouth, come mixed with her 
juices ran into it. There was so much of it that he couldn't handle it 
and panicked from the feeling that was drowning. He swallowed 
until he felt sick to his stomach, but still it flowed from her.

He worked his tongue hoping that another orgasm would end his 
ordeal. She knelt over and started to suck his cock. It was like 
sticking his cock in a vacuum cleaner and he literally feared that 
the end of his cock would burst. He groaned and licked her cunt 
even more. Seeking her clit and finding it, he was rewarded with a 
flood of her juices as she came again. He sucked them down as fast 
as he could.

Her mouth slipped down the entire length of his cock. Her teeth 
caused another coursing river of pain to shoot through his body. As 
he trashed on the ground, he wondered if he was going to survive 
this treatment. As if to confirm his fears, she squeezed his balls 
again. His scream was muffled by the cunt pressed against his face.

The hair around her cunt was stiff and hard like a scouring-pad. 
She started rubbing her cunt across his face. Hoping to end the 
ordeal, he returned his attention to her cunt,  fucking it with his 
tongue. His eyes sought out those of the man holding him. There 
was pity in the eyes watching his struggles, a look that surprised 
Oliver more than anything else about his ordeal. 

His orgasm came as a complete surprise to him. She swallowed his 
ejaculate as more juices washed into his mouth. Swallowing, he 
accepted her juices until there were no more. His cock started 
wilting in her mouth even as her touch turned loving and not 
painful.

She climbed off him and looked down upon the poor man the 
ground. The man stood beside her with his foot fused to hers. 
Oliver looked up and asked, "Why the pain?"

"To mask the far worse pain of the transformations in your body," 
answered the man. He smiled and held up the medallion. There 
were now three of them fused along their edges. He threw the 
medallion onto the ground near Oliver. Oliver turned to look at it, 
surprised to see hundreds of identical medallions piled on the 
ground. "Now, find your medallion."

The pair stood aside and watched as Oliver rose to his feet fighting 
to keep his legs from buckling. The pile of medallions was 
incredibly tall. He pushed the pile so that medallions tumbled 
down the side and spread over the ground. The medallions varied 
in terms of their shine and color. Some shone faintly while others 
were dull. Some looked as though they were always in shadow 
while other gleamed as though lit by the sun.  He spread the entire 
pile over the ground. There was one gleaming medallion that 
shined as though it was a bright sun. He went over and picked it 
up. 

He held the medallion in his hand and turned to the Two-Sided 
One. The man and woman fused into one extremely fat man that 
grabbed the medallion from Oliver. He slipped it over Oliver's 
neck while saying, "You have done well. You chose to see into a 
persons heart. Now, it is time for you to rest. You will not have 
much time before new challenges are placed upon you."

Oliver stared at the Two-Sided One in confusion. The fat man 
smiled and changed into a hugely fat women, the feminine version 
of the fat man. She smiled and said, "You turned down the chance 
to see a person's strengths. To have both gifts is too much for a 
mortal. You have chosen well."

Oliver woke under a tree. He immediately checked his 
surroundings. The life in the forest behaved normally. Squirrels ran 
about the ground collecting seeds and eating. Birds flew from 
branch to branch. He stood, expecting to see the squirrels flee and 
the birds fly away. They remained unconcerned about his presence. 
He was still one with his surroundings, able to move through a 
natural environment as though he was part of it rather than a 
visitor.

He pulled the medallions out from his shirt. He looked at them. 
The first medallion still had the words "To Hunt Those Who 
Poison Others" written along the edge around the phallic symbol in 
the middle. The second one still had the words "To Join The Land" 
on one side and "The Land To Join" on the other. The words 
surrounded the rough image of a woman's sex. The third coin was 
the new one. He looked at the side with the female organ rendered 
in the center. The words " Know Others To Lead Others" were 
written around the edge. On the other side there was male organ 
rendered in the center. The words "To Lead Others Know Others" 
were written around the edge. He wondered what that meant.

He stretched feeling refreshed and energetic. Looking down to 
examine his body, there were no changes that he could see. Of 
course, he had no idea what had happened to his face. His clothes, 
tan pants and shirt, of durable material were clean and appeared to 
be new. Not even the normal dirt of a week spent hiking in the 
forest remained. He stretched, amazed at the quality of his rest. He 
seldom slept that deeply, used to keeping a certain level of 
awareness of his surroundings at all times. 

He headed towards the town enjoying the view of nature in all her 
glory. He thanked the Goddess again for having given him that 
gift. The soil felt nice against his bare feet, giving him the sense 
that he was tied directly to the earth beneath him. The sounds of 
nature sang in his ears as he walked along. It seemed like it was 
too short of a walk before he reached town. 

He exited the woods a short distance from the Sporting Goods 
Store. Crossing the street, he walked the block to the store. He 
entered it, surprised that it was once again empty. Normally it was 
packed with people. Standing by the door, Catherine Sullivan wore 
her red robes that signified that she was a servant of the God. She 
had a nice glow around her with very few dark spots over her 
heart. She looked at him in surprise and stated, "What are you 
doing here? I'm expecting someone."

"Just returned from meeting the Two-Sided One." Looking around 
the store, he wondered who needed all of that stuff since he 
typically carried very little with him. Of course, he was one of the 
few people in this world that could be dropped into the wilderness 
with absolutely nothing and gain weight while there. At the 
moment, he carried only his backpack with the cash in it.

She looked at his face and noticed that his eyes had changed to a 
pale blue color, but tradition required her to see the medallions. 
She demanded, "Let me see it."

He pulled out the medallion from under his shirt and held it up for 
her to see. There were three medallions fused together along their 
edges. Satisfied, she turned and walked to the counter. She 
returned carrying a leather case and handed it to him. Staring at the 
leather case, he opened it and examined the inside. It was divided 
into major different sections. Puzzled by the case, he asked, "What 
is it?"

She said, "It's a briefcase."

He stepped back and suggested, "This must be the wrong item."

Shaking her head in disagreement, she said, "Nope. The God 
demanded that I make this one for you."

He sighed and looked at her as he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

He looked at it carefully before looking up at her. He said, "It is 
very well made. The quality of the leather is outstanding. The 
stitching is superb. You have done the God proud."

She answered, "thanks for the praise, but I can see you're 
disappointed."

The thought of carrying around a briefcase depressed him. It 
definitely didn't fit with his jungle lifestyle. He said, "I'm not sure 
that I like the implications of it."

Catherine laughed and said, "It won't be that bad. They never give 
us anything that we are really unhappy doing."

"Were there shoes too?"

Glancing down at his feet, she laughed having forgotten that he 
only wore shoes when he was in civilization and only then when it 
was absolutely required. She answered, "No, but I do have 
something that might be a good compromise."

He followed her to a row of soft leather moccasins. She glanced 
down at his feet and picked up a pair that looked like they would 
fit. Handing the pair to him, she said, "try these on."

He sat down and slipped them on. There wasn't any lining, just 
simple leather between his feet and the floor. He stood up and 
walked around in them. It was hard to tell that they were on his 
feet. He looked up in surprise and said, "Wow, these are nice."

She said, "take them."

"Thanks. Is our business over?"

"Yes," she answered with a smile. Seeing him relax, she asked, 
"Will you be home tonight?"

"Yes. I will. I'll start dinner."

She cooed, "make sure it will keep. I need a little of the Oliver 
magic before dinner."

He bent down to kiss her while she pretended to struggle. Soon she 
was pulling him even tighter to her. His cock responded to her and 
she ground her pelvis into him, causing his cock to swell even 
more. The bell over the door rang and she pushed him away. She 
hadn't wanted to stop, but appreciated the look on his face that he 
was more upset about the interruption than she. She said, "Get 
home and I'll bring your new robes there."

Leaving the Sporting Goods Store, he walked towards her house. 
He met other townspeople as he strolled along, noticing that some 
of them glowed more than others. Everyone had dark sports over 
their hearts, some more than others. He realized that he was seeing 
their hearts. Some were alert and alive with a jest for life. That 
gave them a wonderful glow. Some people had hearts that were 
filled with hate and that left dark spots. 

The half hour walk home took almost two hours as he stopped to 
talk to people. He wondered if he could help people start to enjoy 
life more and help them rid the evil in their hearts. In front of the 
second hand clothes store, he stopped to talk with Tricia Janey, the 
owner. Although there were few black spots on her heart, she had a 
very dull glow. The Sheriff walking down the street noticed Oliver 
talking to Tricia and headed in their direction. Oliver glanced at the 
Sheriff noting that his glow was fairly strong and there were few 
black spots over his heart. So far, only Catherine had less of them 
than the Sheriff.

Oliver noticed that a little silver thread seemed to hesitantly reach 
out from her heart towards the Sheriff. Realization dawned upon 
him as he recognized what that meant. He said, "I like the Sheriff. 
He's a good man."

Slightly embarrassed, she smiled at him and nodded. She said, 
"He's been good for the town."

Oliver nodded and said, "This is one of the few areas that is almost 
drug free. I think that's why I like it so much."

"That's important to you?"

"Yes, it is very important." He had just finished answering her 
question when the Sheriff reached them. Turning to greet the 
Sheriff, Oliver asked, "So how are things?"

The Sheriff answered, "Everything is running smoothly. The town 
is quiet."

"Good."

The Sheriff gave Oliver a funny look and added, "Must be the 
presence of so many of Carter's Druids coming out of the park this 
week."

Oliver smiled at the Sheriff and said, "That's just a strange 
correlation. We don't have much to do with how things are going 
in town."

"Right." The Sheriff's voice suggested that he didn't believe that 
for a minute.

Tricia Janey looked at Oliver with wide eyes, realizing only now 
that he was one of the Druids. She said, "You don't dress like a 
Druid. Catherine is always in her red robes."

Oliver answered, "I don't usually wear them when I'm out in the 
wilderness. I just got back from a weeklong hike in the park."

Tricia, like many other people had learned the significance of 
colors of robe, was curious about who he claimed to serve.  She 
asked, "What color robes do you wear?"

Oliver answered, "I used to wear gray. I guess I'm supposed to 
wear brown now."

The Sheriff looked at him in surprise. He said, "You serve all three 
now?"

Oliver laughed at Sheriff's surprise and replied, "Sure. Why do you 
look so surprised?"

The Sheriff shook his head and said, "You and John Carter. It's just 
strange that I know all of the people that wear brown robes."

Tricia looked at Oliver in awe. She said, "Wow, I feel like I'm 
talking to the Pope or something."

He laughed at the comparison, shrugging it off as a good joke. The 
idea that he could be compared to the Pope was humorous. He was 
just a guy that wanted to keep drugs out of the neighborhood. A 
thought crossed his mind and he said, "Why don't you come over 
around nine tonight for some cake and coffee? We'll consider it a 
celebration for my promotion."

She looked overwhelmed at the invitation and meekly answered, 
"Sure, I'd be honored."

Oliver turned to the Sheriff and said, "Why don't you come over 
too? I have some more money to donate to the Police Against 
Drugs program."

The Sheriff asked, "How much this time?"

Oliver watched the Sheriff's face as he said, "Half a million."

The look on the Sheriff's face was worth the half a million dollars. 
He asked, "It must have been a big bust this time."

"They're still weighing it, but last I heard, it was over sixty tons of 
cocaine."

Tricia stared at Oliver as the Sheriff whistled. He finally answered, 
"We don't need that money if you took that much cocaine out of 
circulation. You shut down a third of the drug traffic all by 
yourself."

"Only about a tenth of the traffic. Besides, you still have the 
addicts to help and the other drugs to get rid of."

The Sheriff answered, "I'll be there around nine."

In a very uncharacteristic gesture for Oliver, he put his arm around 
the Sheriff as he said, "Good, would you mind walking with me for 
a minute. I have something of a personal nature to discuss with 
you."

Nodding, the Sheriff turned to Tricia as he said, "Until tonight."

Oliver watched as the silver thread again reached out towards the 
Sheriff and then shyly retreated. She nodded back and replied, 
"Until tonight."

Oliver walked down the street directing the Sheriff with subtle tugs 
on his shoulder, stopping in front of the pharmacy. Oliver 
suggested, "You might be a nice guy and buy some chocolates for 
Tricia. Give them to her at the house tonight. I know she would 
appreciate it."

The Sheriff looked at Oliver in shock. He asked, "Tricia?"

"Yes, Tricia." Oliver started to walk away towards Catherine's 
house. 

The Sheriff called out after him, "I know why you were picked a 
third time. You're just as big of a pain in the ass as John Carter!"

Turning, Oliver looked at the Sheriff. He shook his head and went 
on his way. As he walked, he considered being compared to John 
Carter. He knew all about the Grand Druid, but had never met him. 
Being compared to John Carter was an honor, but he wasn't sure 
how he felt about being compared to him. John Carter had 
revolutionized the world. There was no way that he could measure 
up to his accomplishments. 
 
Reaching the house, he entered using the key kept in the flower 
pot. Putting the key back in its normal spot, he thought about how 
Catherine kept it there just for him. He sighed as he thought about 
his love for her. He truly loved her with his whole heart and soul. 
Maybe this stay, he would propose marriage to her. 

She was an amazing women that tolerated his long absences and 
short visits with an attitude that bordered on saintly. Most women 
would have thrown him out long ago. He knew that she slept with 
others, as did he. He wanted to have another husband, just so that 
she wouldn't have to spend so much time alone. She rejected that 
option stating that she was basically a one-man woman that was 
satisfied stepping out occasionally when her true love wasn't 
around. They often discussed the matter, but had not come to any 
final decision.
 
Oliver went into their bedroom and stripped. Stepping in front of 
the mirror, he was shocked at the brightness of his shine. The 
image that was reflected back at him showed only a few dark spots 
on his heart. The largest spot represented his hatred for drug lords. 
He knew his hate was totally unrealistic, confusing people with 
their roles rather than their essential characteristics. 

He examined his face in the mirror. For the most part, he was 
unchanged. He still did not need to shave or ever get a haircut, but 
his eyes had turned a pale blue. It reminded him of the color of the 
winter sky. He wondered if it made him look cold and unfeeling. 
His cock had not grown any larger and that pleased him. It was 
already large enough to satisfy a woman, any larger would hurt 
rather than pleasure them.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the 
temperature so that it was pleasantly hot. There were so few hot 
showers in his life, that he relished each and everyone that he took. 
Quickly lathering his whole body, he enjoyed the sensation of his 
hands touching his body through the soapy film. He rubbed the bar 
of soap over the top of his head. His minimalist lifestyle didn't 
incorporate fancy shampoos or soaps with fragrance. Once he was 
clean, he rinsed off. 

Instead of getting out of the shower, he looked down at his cock 
and smiled. Knowing there was no way that he was going to last 
very long with Catherine, he grabbed the bar of soap and worked 
up a good lather around his cock. At the thought Catherine 
standing naked in the shower with him, his cock rose. Wrapping a 
hand around his cock, he started stroking himself with short 
strokes that gave most attention to the head of his cock. As he 
imagined her giving him a blowjob, he quickly reached a climax. 
Ropes of come squirted from the slit at the end of his cock, his 
fluids landing on the floor of the shower and washing down the 
drain. His breathing returned to normal as he rinsed his cock in the 
hot water.

He turned off the water and got out of the shower feeling much 
more relaxed. Catching his reflection in the fogged mirror, he 
grinned like a teenager caught pleasuring himself and said, "Hey, 
even a married man needs to jack-off occasionally. I wouldn't have 
lasted two minutes with Catherine in the state I was in."

The reflection in the mirror didn't respond. He didn't expect it too 
and if it had, he would have checked into the nearest mental ward. 

He carried a fresh towel to the living room and set it on the chair. 
Sitting back in the chair with his legs up, he thought about what he 
had seen today. There was so much blackness around peoples 
hearts that it depressed him. None of them were overwhelming 
though. Catherine, the Sheriff, and Tricia Janey had been almost 
refreshing in the minimum amount of blackness around their 
hearts. Tricia's dullness had bothered him more than her darkness. 

He turned on the television and turned to a news channel. He had 
no idea that his gift would extend to live projected images of 
people. The taped segments were clear of black spots and glow, 
but the live shots were entirely different. His stomach turned as he 
looked at one of the people in the latest news story. A murderer 
was being led out of a courthouse. The man's entire heart glowed 
black with hate. Sickened at the sight of so much hate, Oliver 
changed the channel and was rewarded with the same sight. He 
quickly turned off the television. 

There wasn't any way to ever get used to seeing people like that. It 
did make the people he had seen today look saintly. Perhaps his 
expectations were too high. Of course, even he had his own black 
spots. It wasn't that he thought of himself as special, just that he 
thought of himself as a good man. 

He went in the kitchen and puttered about trying to determine what 
to make that night. Despite the fact that Catherine was a 
vegetarian, she always kept a few steaks in the freezer for him. She 
had gone hiking with him one week. After seeing him eat, she 
refused to kiss him most of that trip after watching him swallow 
various kinds of bugs, plants, and fungi. She loved him, but 
couldn't kiss the mouth that could swallow bugs.

He fixed a huge salad with lettuce, canned kidney beans, Fritos, 
cheese, tomatoes, and topped with Catalina salad dressing. It was 
his favorite salad and one that Catherine enjoyed as well. He also 
thawed the steak to cook after they had relaxed a little together 
tonight. Dinner wouldn't be complete without a batch of Brownies 
for desert. 

The clock indicated that he still had an hour before she came 
home. He wandered around the house looking at the changes in the 
décor. A few new odds and ends were scattered around the house. 
There was a new picture of the two of them in a nice silver frame 
on the mantle. They had an arm around each other and he was 
looking down at her with a look of total adoration on his face. He 
was touched by the picture. 

He tried to remember when it had been taken. Based on the clothes 
he was wearing, it was his last visit when he had been working in 
the backyard.. There was one time she had come up to him and put 
her arm around him. He had looked down at her in his loving way. 
He surmised that she had given her camera to the Sheriff and he 
had snapped the picture without him realizing it. This was not a 
posed picture, it was impossible to get such a look of love while 
posing.

The door slammed shut as she surprised him by coming home 
early. Her eyes took in his naked body and her feet followed. In 
seconds they were in a lovers embrace. He kissed her passionately 
as his body reacted to having her in his arms. Her body responded 
in kind, with nipples tenting her red robe. Together, they headed to 
the bedroom. She led him by the cock, knowing that he would 
follow rather than lose it. 

It was an hour before they emerged from the bedroom. Their 
appetites for each other were hardly sated, but the appetites in the 
stomachs were stronger. Oliver went in the kitchen, still naked, and 
started preparing his steak. Catherine set the table knowing that he 
had made a salad for her. She called out, "What are you making?"

With a trace of laughter in his voice, he answered, "I'm sautéing a 
nice batch of crickets. You want some?"

She answered, "And you expect me to kiss that mouth?"

Laughing heartily, he finished cooking his steak and placed it on 
the plate. He carried it to the table and then made another trip for 
the salad. Leaning back in her chair, her bare breasts defied gravity 
as her nipples stood erect. She looked beautiful, sexy, and satisfied. 
He stood there for a minute just admiring the view.

Noticing the hungry way that he admired her, she said, "You make 
me feel so pretty."

"You are pretty," he replied. 

He sat down at the table and they started to fill their plates. Amidst 
the clatter of silverware striking dinnerware, she said, "A weird 
thing happened today after you came in the store."

"What?"

She took a sip of water before answering, "I got the urge to locate 
Jed's old tools right after you  left. There is another maker."

Concerned, Oliver looked up at her asked, "What do you make of 
that?"

She frowned as she answered, "I don't know. I'm scared in a way."

"Why?"

"What if the Gods do not need me any more? What if I am to die 
and he is my replacement?"

Silence descended as he looked at his lovely girlfriend. It was 
impossible for him to imagine life without her. He said, "The Gods 
and Goddesses are not mean or capricious. There is an explanation 
and it will be a good one."

She looked up at him through her eyelashes. The look on her face 
excited him and made him want her more than anything. He finally 
asked, "Will you marry me?"

She sat back in her chair with an amazed expression on her face. 
She asked, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Of course I will," she answered excited that he had finally asked 
her. She hesitated and then asked, "Are you upset that we won't 
have another husband?"

"I only wanted him for you. I feel bad leaving you alone here for 
months at a time."

She shrugged and replied, "I don't mind. You have your service 
and I have mine. Of course, that briefcase suggests some 
interesting possibilities."

A shiver went through his body as he thought about the 
possibilities. A briefcase suggested an office job and he feared that 
an office job would kill him. He answered, "That scares me."

She asked, "So do you have a ring to give me?"

While laughing he said, "No. I'll get one tomorrow, but I do want 
us to marry the Druid way."

She asked, "Are you going to take me into the bedroom now?"

He grinned at the idea and then remembered his invitation. In less 
than an hour, the Sheriff and Tricia Janey would come over. That 
would be enough time for a quickie, but he wanted a bit more than 
that. He said, "I'm afraid that I invited the Sheriff and Tricia Janey 
over."

His statement surprised her. She asked, "Why Tricia? I didn't even 
know you knew her that well."

He explained his gift from the Two-Sided One. Wondering what 
he saw when he looked at her, she looked at him warily. It was 
rather a scary feeling to know that someone could see the evil in 
you. He noticed her concern and said, "You are brighter and purer 
of heart than I."

"You're saying that just because you love me."

He grinned and answered, "Do you think I could love anyone that 
is evil?"

"No."

"So there you go." The answer seemed to satisfy her.

She went to the door and picked up one of the robes that she had 
brought home with her. The brown robe indicated his new degree 
of service to all of the Gods and Goddesses. She went into her 
room and dressed in her red robe, laughing as she realized for the 
first time that her clothing bill had shrunk significantly since 
adopting the robe of her service. A dozen such robes and one had 
enough clothes for a year. 

She came out to see him standing awkwardly in his brown robe. 
She was so proud that he had achieved that level of service to the 
Gods and Goddesses, but she didn't envy him his sacrifices. He 
suffered levels of deprivation that most people wouldn't 
understand. In particular,  he traveled lighter than she could 
possibly imagine and would spend months without a shower, 
shelter, or human contact.

Tricia was the first to arrive, knocking hesitantly on the door. 
Opening the door, Catherine invited her into the house. Unsure of 
herself, Tricia smiled tentatively at Catherine and said, "I hope that 
it's okay for me to come here."

"Of course, it is. Oliver invited you here."

Oliver glanced at Tricia and saw a little flicker spread across her 
dull glow. He came over and said, "I'm so glad that you could 
come. We have a little announcement later."

Catherine took Tricia over to the sofa and talked quietly while he 
went in the kitchen to prepare some coffee. The dullness bothered 
him tremendously and he wondered about her story, but didn't feel 
it was his place to ask.

The Sheriff knocked on the door and Catherine answered it. She 
stepped back in surprise when he handed her a bouquet of flowers. 
He said, "A little something for the hostess."

Catherine accepted the delightful selection of summer flowers. 
They would look great on the table. Smelling them, she smiled and 
said, "Excuse me while I put these in a vase."

The Sheriff brought forth another bouquet of flowers and handed 
them to Tricia. Her eyes got very large as she accepted them from 
him. Blushing like a schoolgirl, she said, "No one's ever given me 
flowers before."

"I assure you that it won't be the last time." The Sheriff realized he 
was sweating like a schoolboy even as he talked to her. It had been 
more than a dozen years since his wife had died and he hadn't 
dated since then. 

With a grace that belied her nervousness, she stood and kissed him 
on the cheek saying, "Thank you. Let me see if Catherine has 
something for me to put them in."

She raced into the kitchen as Oliver picked up the tray with the 
coffee. Turning, he was in time to see her enter and observe the 
new intensity to her glow. He smiled as he knew that the answer to 
his question was that the glow could be increased. Now he had to 
find out if the black spots could be eliminated.
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