Before the Goddess

Before the Goddess

Rena was finding her bliss as she threw down one fine work of art after another, like a gauntlet – at my feet.

“What do you think of this, and that Mr. Arty Smarty Pants?”

Rena had made my jaw drop. I was in awe, but, more than that, she could see I was in love with her – like never before.

“VICTORY! Cried my beautiful Aries Venus De Milo! And she did a war dance around the gallery that brought her before her last advisory, the last masterpiece standing.

I watched Rena circle her prey. Her gold eyes were shimmering. That Y appeared on her forehead. Her Aries angst was beginning to flow. A hush came over the gallery as Rena checked out the cute little ass on this statue on the Goddess of the Hunt, Diana. Rena did not approve. She was to cutsy pie, way too timid. If she saw a drop of blood – she would faint!

Suddenly, Rena dropped to one knee, and drew back a very invisible, but, powerful bow!

“This is how I would pose my statue of Diana!” Rena declared, and her authoritative voice echoed down the halls of the Morrill gallery, then down the halls of galleries that existed a long time ago.

SHE …….released her arrow. I gasped! I watched it ricochette around the room, glancing off works of art that lit up like a pinball machine! A trapp door opened in the floor, and, a pure white glow escaped from its ancient prison.

“Rena! You have found the Holy Grail! Good for you!”

But, I could be having a flash-back from that fateful acid trip.

One thing for sure, this was not Cupid who drew back that bow. I was now in love with Rena, forever. But, she was not done, She was just getting started. Smiling at me because she could see she blew my mind as I blew her mind in Winnemucca, she now went in for the kill. She wanted to draw blood. She wanted to see my heart bleed.

Taking me by the hand, she threw the great oaken doors open. Before us were the Great Steps of the Nine Muses. Here were the Steps of immorality.

“My God! I heard they existed. But, I never thought I would behold them – in a thousand lifetimes!”

“Come! Sit with me!”

Jon Presco

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