I invite them both inside. I can guage that he feels very sure of himself. That's strange to me but then not any more strange than his declaration. I invite him to sit on the couch. I ask him if he would like a beverage. If he accepts we caneed engine and interestingly enough he does. I tell him I've got coke in the fridge and he just looks at me like I'm a bug. "Where's the booze old man"? I apologize and ofFer to make him a Tanguay and tonic. He accepts this and I go into the kitchen. My daughter, who knows what is about to happen, excuses herself and goes to her room to pack and will probably slip out later and stay the night at her mothers. That's for the best.

I return with the drink and watch as he drinks most of it with a flourish. I begin to discuss his proposal. Which is not a proposal at all but mearely his last stepisode on a road he was not even aware he was walking. He's finished off his drink and I can see the triazolam is beginning to work. His eyes are growing unfocused and his speech is becoming disjointed. He quite unsteady as I get him to his feet and inform him that his money is just down here. We walk down the stairs of the basement. His gait growing more and more sluggish. Mine however, is quickening as I lead him into the room of the changing. He resists not at all as I guide him over to the table and gently motion/maneuver him into the manacles. I'm going to show him now what the truth is. How this flesh is holding us back from our true becoming. Yes, he will see as I consume his flesh and take him into me. His essence, his truth, will be mine and then I will share MY truth with him. And he will begin to be transformed into a glorious angel that will be a clarion call for my triumph. But for now he is not ready. As I sink my teeth into the flesh of his arm and I see the wonderful look of AWARENESS come across his face. I am at peace.

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