What if
You could do anything you wanted
Be whatever you wanted to be
Have anything you wanted to have
Change anything you wanted to change
OMNIPOTENT
CHAPTER ONE
        John lived in a city, not to far away from Memphis, TN. John was different. Not necessarily different in a bad way, but he knew he was. And he was the only one that knew, well, except for the Big Guy in the sky, the one who made him what he was today. He was a young man, a good man, though he had his faults. You see, there was no one else on earth like John, and he knew that also. He grew up with one brother and one sister, both older than he. His father was a preacher man, and his mother, a hard worker. She worked at the Ole Folks Nursing Home, and had been there for nearly twenty years, and after Alvard had his heart attack, was the one who brought home the bacon.
        Alvard just took it easy after that. The doctors said he couldnt sing or preach or even raise his arms above his head, but he did. Shows what the doctors know. He still preached every Sunday at his church in the country, The Little White Gospel Church. John still went with him, and his mother, to support them. Sometimes they would be the only ones there, and other times, there would only be about twenty people show up, which is discouraging for a church house that could seat up to two hundred. The amount of people doesnt matter, John had told his parents one night. What matters is that we show God that we love him, even if we are the only ones. They had smiled when those words left his mouth, knowing they had taught him to the best of their abilities.
        He was a good student, but didnt ever have straight as. But he also never failed a class. After school instead of going to college, he went right to work, starting at a grocery store. He had worked there for about eight years, stocking, and bagging groceries, and all the time, from birth until then, he had kept a secret. A secret he hated keeping, but he did.
        One night on the way home from a football game, he and four of his closest friends had been in a car accident. The other driver had been killed, and three of his friends were in critical condition. One was on life support, the other two, comas. They had grown up with him, and he thought of them as brothers. He sat in the hospital room, trying to let things happen naturally, but he just couldnt sit there, knowing what he knew. He had cried for sometime, trying to hold back the secret, not to let it go, but it was like a ten year old child trying to hold back a bull from running him down. He knew what he had to do, but sometimes, we dont all do that do we? As the last breath came from Adams throat, John dropped his head. The machine next to the hospital bed beeped slower and slower, and then stopped for two minutes exactly. John felt the pressure in his head and released his anger and the beeping started back up again, not skipping a beat. Adam opened his eyes and looked at John.
        John., he spoke. What happened?
        John explained everything, including the flat line. No one understood how Adam could go from being dead to alive in the space of five minutes, along with the other two boys coming out of their comas at exactly the same time. John knew. He knew all about it. His secret had saved his friends. Later, there was the financial problems that his mother faced after her mom had passed, and the money John had given her, almost two thousand dollars, enough to pay for the funeral costs. He said he had been saving for a while, but this was a lie. This was also the work of his secret.
        Through school he was a loner, but he did have friends. And if the word got out about his little secret, his life would never be the same. He had tried his best to kept his abilities quiet, but sometimes, he couldnt keep himself from using them. Some things had to happen, though he could change them if he wanted too. And he did, badly. He could have kept his grandmother from dieing, but people just cant live forever. The pain in his mothers heart had been gut wrenching, but he had to just let it happen. He wondered how long it would be until he couldnt stand it anymore.
        John, dinner! He mother called. He swung his feet off his bed, and stood up. He had been pondering his thoughts since he got off of work, something he did on a regular basis.
        Coming! He responded. He was a tall young man, standing six feet, one inch. He was overweight as well, with a size forty-eight, thirty-two waist and length pant. Most of his shirts were size 3X, and his feet bothered him almost daily. But, he just kept plugging along, and only used his powers when it was absolutely necessary. He emptied his pockets and placed the contents, his wallet, car keys, some change, mostly silver, and cough drops on his dresser, then changed clothes. He hated being overweight. People used to pick on him at school, and now that he was out, his work mates still picked on him. Not as bad of course, but it was still annoying. He found his favorite rock and roll band t-shirt, and pulled it over his dark brown, shaggy hair. He also wore a pair of glasses, which he didnt need, if he would just snap his fingers. He took them off, then slowly massaged his face, relaxing the tension in his cheeks.
        He released a sigh, and replaced his glassed. He sorted through some clothes in the corner and found a pair of shorts to also wear to the dinner table. In his sock feet, he made his way to the table, and sat down to a wonderful home cooked meal, but something was missing. There was sweet potatoes, fried ham, cornbread, beans, hot rolls. Ah ha! Macaroni and cheese! That was it. He closed his eyes, and visualized a big bowl of steaming mac and cheese, and homemade at that. The smell of the cheese filled his nostrils, as did the heat from the bowl.
        You are going to have to stop that, unless you want to be the one cooking next time. He opened his eyes and his mother frowned, a playful frown. Next to the sweet potatoes was his big bowl of mac and cheese, the same size as the picture in his mind. He smiled a tired smile and then gentle rubbed his temples.
        Sorry, but my heart was set on that all day. He patted his mothers hand, reassuring her that her dinner was excellent, even if she had not cooked his favorite dish.
        I am wore to a frazzle today, kids driving me up the wall, then having to cook on top of that. She sat down next to him as his father, Alvard, came in the door at the back of the house. The smell of grease and oil floated in along with him, for he had been changing the oil in their minivan.
        Dinners ready, Hun, his mother said. Come and eat. His father quickly washed his hands, and sat down on Johns opposite side. He was also a tall man, hands soft from helping Johns mom, Loretta, do the dishes. Dishwasher hands, he called them. The overhauls he wore were grease stained, as well as his white t-shirt. He extended his hand out to John, and John extended his out to Loretta.
        Lord, bless this food and the hands that prepared it, and bring back into your house at the next appointed time, we ask this all in Jesus name, amen.
        With grace said, they began to eat. John loved his family, though his brother and sister were both married. They lived fairly close, though and they all saw each other pretty regularly.
        Well, son. How was work today? His father looked over at him, dipping a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his plate.
        Tough, with the holidays coming up, and its getting busier every day. He accepted the spoon for his own helping and continued talking. Today, we received a grocery load of over one thousand pieces. One of the carts tipped over, I guess they loaded it to heavy.
        Was anyone hurt?
        No, but there was one guy that didnt even try to help clean it up.
        Wow, thats quite a big number. Can you handle it all? His mother was a sweet woman, with curly salt and pepper hair, short as she was. Standing only five feet, five inches tall, she always looked up to her family, whether she wanted to or not.
        Oh, yeah. its no problem. Theres always something to think about, but nothing to worry about. They talked as they ate, occasionally asking questions about this and that, or stating facts about this and that, John even told a joke or two.
        Say, pop, I heard a good joke today, John said.
        Lets hear it.
        Wait, his mother said. Is it appropriate for the dinner table? She was old fashioned, and anything offensive was not allowed in their house, much less the dinner table.
        Sure, you know me, mom. John turned back to his father. A skeleton walks into a bar and orders a beer and a mop.
        His father looked at his son, waiting for the punch line. His mother grinned, realizing that the punch line was already said. Seconds passed, then a minute.
        Well, his father asked.
        The skeleton had to mop up the beer, after he drank it.
        The realization hit his father like a ton of bricks and laughter filled the room. John continued to eat, but his smile never faded.        
CHAPTER TWO
        John lay on his bed, thinking about his strange ability. He hadnt found out about it until he was about ten years old. He had wished for a puppy, and thought about which kind he would want, and then, there it was, sitting in his lap. His father asked him where it had come from, and all he could say was I dont know. They kept the puppy, and John never told anyone about it, until his friends lay dieing before him. Then he had told his mother, and her only. She had told him it was a gift, and should only be used for good, and that he should not go out robbing banks, or causing trouble because he could get out of it as easily as he caused it.
        He never did. But he could. He had made himself fly once, and after that, he flew almost daily. Like Peter Pan, only invisible, so he wouldnt attract attention. It was amazing, being up in the sky, never having to worry about falling. Tonight was no different. He smiled, and got out of bed, and stood before the mirror. He glanced at the alarm clock. 11:00 p.m. He stared back at the mirror and watched himself dissolve into thin air. The rush always thrilled him. Then he levitated, and floated to the window. Opening it, he noticed a chill in the air. Whoosh! It must be 34 degrees Fahrenheit or so! Better adjust! he thought. The chill that bit into his flesh warmed up to a wonderful 70 degrees Fahrenheit.
        He took off, soaring up, up, and away. He could be a superhero, if he wanted. The wind flowed through his hair and he pushed himself faster and faster. What should I see tonight? He had been to a lot of places, but still hadnt seen the whole world. The Egyptian pyramids had been very awesome, and the Eiffel Tower was also great, but he still wanted to see more. Different landmarks flashed through his mind. The Statue of Liberty? No, but maybe. Big Ben? No, hed seen that as well. Stonehenge? He pondered. With a nod to himself, he made his decision.
        Stonehenge was located two miles west of Amesbury, on the British Isles in England. He crossed the North Atlantic Ocean, then landed in England for a bite to eat. After the long flight he always liked to eat, then he continued on to Stonehenge. It was remarkable. The stones were arranged in a semi-circle, three sets of double stones standing side by side, in a triangular form. He stood and stared, understanding, yet not understanding. He levitated to sit on top of one, and then gazed at the stars. It was a clear night, and the view was gorgeous. Too bad he had no one to share it with. Oh, well.
        One day he even dreamed of exploring space, but even with his power, he wasnt sure that he could survive the outer limits. He shrugged, stood, looked at his watch, and then flew away. It was a quarter after one, and he needed to get back home. Though time didnt matter to him, he had a life. He had learned to control his power, his gift, but he had often wondered what would happen if he revealed it to anyone. He knew he couldnt, but living with this secret ate at his soul everyday.
        He didnt even know the limit of his power yet. He knew anything that he thought about, anything he saw in his mind, would appear if he wished. Anything at all. He had tried wishing for money. After he helped his mother with funeral costs, with the money he found, he tried again, a thought about a one hundred dollar bill. When he opened his eyes, there it was in his hand. With it he had bought groceries for him and his family.
        He knew that if evil were to find out, all hell would break loose. He would be the one thing everyone desires, a genie with unlimited wishes, so to speak. He couldnt let that happen. That was why he had kept the power to himself. He could even manipulate his body, take weight off, add muscles. It was amazing. Why him he had no clue, but he did like it.
        He arrived back home and went straight to bed. With the ability to stop or alter time, he could stay up all night, sleep for eight hours, then go to work without missing a thing. He lay in his bed and thought again about what to do with his power. He might just try the busting crime gig, just to see how it was. He turned over and closed his eyes. Then again, he might just try to forget about it and live a normal life. A lot to think about, but nothing to worry about, he thought. He closed his eyes and time came to a screeching halt. All except for him. When he awoke the next morning, everything was back to normal.
CHAPTER THREE
       
        Henry Matheson sat in his easy chair, watching the Late Show with David Letterman. He ran his fingers through his dirt blonde hair, then took a long pull from his Bud. He was about thirty years old. He had no wife or family. Just him, his T.V. and his T.V. dinners. He did have one thing though. He had a power, unlike any he had never known. He could do things, all sorts of things, so much that he depended on them daily. He worked at Lawsons Grocery, where he would cause things to happen, for his own amusement. Like that time when some of the younger guys were pushing out the stock, he though it would be funny for the cart to tip over, and it did.
        He laughed to himself, and didnt even offer to help clean up the mess that he had made. He thought it was just coincidence at first, but something happened later to make him wonder. When he left work he had went to a video game store, just to browse really. The money he made at that damn store wasnt much, so he caught himself wanting more money quite often. This time he wished he had enough money to buy the new Playstation 3 system and several games to help pass his next day off with. He left the store, reached in his pocket for his keys and felt something unfamiliar. He pulled out a roll of bills. Looking around, he began to count. Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred dollars. He couldnt believe it. All were brand new one hundred dollar bills.
        He returned and bought that system, and found another system at home, just like he had bought. Ill be damned, he thought. My luck couldnt be any better. Until he learned that he could do things at will, he thought it was just luck. And better yet, no one else knew anything about it. Since then he had been having fun with his power. He always had money, lots of it. He traded his car in for a new Harley Davidson full size pickup truck, and used his mind-money to pay it off, saying that he had lost a great uncle who had left him with a fortune.
        He had women, drugs, anything. This particular night he had just sent a slut packing, after she refuse to get in bed with him. After she left, he closed his eyes and imagined another woman, no two women, hot and naked, standing before him. A blonde and redhead. He felt the heat from their bodies and opened his eyes. Before him, two beautiful women stood, dripping with lust. This was more like it. Two women to do anything he asked, and all he had to do to get rid of them was wish them gone. He didnt know how he got this power, but he also didnt give a damn.
       
You could do anything you wanted
Be whatever you wanted to be
Have anything you wanted to have
Change anything you wanted to change
OMNIPOTENT
CHAPTER ONE
        John lived in a city, not to far away from Memphis, TN. John was different. Not necessarily different in a bad way, but he knew he was. And he was the only one that knew, well, except for the Big Guy in the sky, the one who made him what he was today. He was a young man, a good man, though he had his faults. You see, there was no one else on earth like John, and he knew that also. He grew up with one brother and one sister, both older than he. His father was a preacher man, and his mother, a hard worker. She worked at the Ole Folks Nursing Home, and had been there for nearly twenty years, and after Alvard had his heart attack, was the one who brought home the bacon.
        Alvard just took it easy after that. The doctors said he couldnt sing or preach or even raise his arms above his head, but he did. Shows what the doctors know. He still preached every Sunday at his church in the country, The Little White Gospel Church. John still went with him, and his mother, to support them. Sometimes they would be the only ones there, and other times, there would only be about twenty people show up, which is discouraging for a church house that could seat up to two hundred. The amount of people doesnt matter, John had told his parents one night. What matters is that we show God that we love him, even if we are the only ones. They had smiled when those words left his mouth, knowing they had taught him to the best of their abilities.
        He was a good student, but didnt ever have straight as. But he also never failed a class. After school instead of going to college, he went right to work, starting at a grocery store. He had worked there for about eight years, stocking, and bagging groceries, and all the time, from birth until then, he had kept a secret. A secret he hated keeping, but he did.
        One night on the way home from a football game, he and four of his closest friends had been in a car accident. The other driver had been killed, and three of his friends were in critical condition. One was on life support, the other two, comas. They had grown up with him, and he thought of them as brothers. He sat in the hospital room, trying to let things happen naturally, but he just couldnt sit there, knowing what he knew. He had cried for sometime, trying to hold back the secret, not to let it go, but it was like a ten year old child trying to hold back a bull from running him down. He knew what he had to do, but sometimes, we dont all do that do we? As the last breath came from Adams throat, John dropped his head. The machine next to the hospital bed beeped slower and slower, and then stopped for two minutes exactly. John felt the pressure in his head and released his anger and the beeping started back up again, not skipping a beat. Adam opened his eyes and looked at John.
        John., he spoke. What happened?
        John explained everything, including the flat line. No one understood how Adam could go from being dead to alive in the space of five minutes, along with the other two boys coming out of their comas at exactly the same time. John knew. He knew all about it. His secret had saved his friends. Later, there was the financial problems that his mother faced after her mom had passed, and the money John had given her, almost two thousand dollars, enough to pay for the funeral costs. He said he had been saving for a while, but this was a lie. This was also the work of his secret.
        Through school he was a loner, but he did have friends. And if the word got out about his little secret, his life would never be the same. He had tried his best to kept his abilities quiet, but sometimes, he couldnt keep himself from using them. Some things had to happen, though he could change them if he wanted too. And he did, badly. He could have kept his grandmother from dieing, but people just cant live forever. The pain in his mothers heart had been gut wrenching, but he had to just let it happen. He wondered how long it would be until he couldnt stand it anymore.
        John, dinner! He mother called. He swung his feet off his bed, and stood up. He had been pondering his thoughts since he got off of work, something he did on a regular basis.
        Coming! He responded. He was a tall young man, standing six feet, one inch. He was overweight as well, with a size forty-eight, thirty-two waist and length pant. Most of his shirts were size 3X, and his feet bothered him almost daily. But, he just kept plugging along, and only used his powers when it was absolutely necessary. He emptied his pockets and placed the contents, his wallet, car keys, some change, mostly silver, and cough drops on his dresser, then changed clothes. He hated being overweight. People used to pick on him at school, and now that he was out, his work mates still picked on him. Not as bad of course, but it was still annoying. He found his favorite rock and roll band t-shirt, and pulled it over his dark brown, shaggy hair. He also wore a pair of glasses, which he didnt need, if he would just snap his fingers. He took them off, then slowly massaged his face, relaxing the tension in his cheeks.
        He released a sigh, and replaced his glassed. He sorted through some clothes in the corner and found a pair of shorts to also wear to the dinner table. In his sock feet, he made his way to the table, and sat down to a wonderful home cooked meal, but something was missing. There was sweet potatoes, fried ham, cornbread, beans, hot rolls. Ah ha! Macaroni and cheese! That was it. He closed his eyes, and visualized a big bowl of steaming mac and cheese, and homemade at that. The smell of the cheese filled his nostrils, as did the heat from the bowl.
        You are going to have to stop that, unless you want to be the one cooking next time. He opened his eyes and his mother frowned, a playful frown. Next to the sweet potatoes was his big bowl of mac and cheese, the same size as the picture in his mind. He smiled a tired smile and then gentle rubbed his temples.
        Sorry, but my heart was set on that all day. He patted his mothers hand, reassuring her that her dinner was excellent, even if she had not cooked his favorite dish.
        I am wore to a frazzle today, kids driving me up the wall, then having to cook on top of that. She sat down next to him as his father, Alvard, came in the door at the back of the house. The smell of grease and oil floated in along with him, for he had been changing the oil in their minivan.
        Dinners ready, Hun, his mother said. Come and eat. His father quickly washed his hands, and sat down on Johns opposite side. He was also a tall man, hands soft from helping Johns mom, Loretta, do the dishes. Dishwasher hands, he called them. The overhauls he wore were grease stained, as well as his white t-shirt. He extended his hand out to John, and John extended his out to Loretta.
        Lord, bless this food and the hands that prepared it, and bring back into your house at the next appointed time, we ask this all in Jesus name, amen.
        With grace said, they began to eat. John loved his family, though his brother and sister were both married. They lived fairly close, though and they all saw each other pretty regularly.
        Well, son. How was work today? His father looked over at him, dipping a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his plate.
        Tough, with the holidays coming up, and its getting busier every day. He accepted the spoon for his own helping and continued talking. Today, we received a grocery load of over one thousand pieces. One of the carts tipped over, I guess they loaded it to heavy.
        Was anyone hurt?
        No, but there was one guy that didnt even try to help clean it up.
        Wow, thats quite a big number. Can you handle it all? His mother was a sweet woman, with curly salt and pepper hair, short as she was. Standing only five feet, five inches tall, she always looked up to her family, whether she wanted to or not.
        Oh, yeah. its no problem. Theres always something to think about, but nothing to worry about. They talked as they ate, occasionally asking questions about this and that, or stating facts about this and that, John even told a joke or two.
        Say, pop, I heard a good joke today, John said.
        Lets hear it.
        Wait, his mother said. Is it appropriate for the dinner table? She was old fashioned, and anything offensive was not allowed in their house, much less the dinner table.
        Sure, you know me, mom. John turned back to his father. A skeleton walks into a bar and orders a beer and a mop.
        His father looked at his son, waiting for the punch line. His mother grinned, realizing that the punch line was already said. Seconds passed, then a minute.
        Well, his father asked.
        The skeleton had to mop up the beer, after he drank it.
        The realization hit his father like a ton of bricks and laughter filled the room. John continued to eat, but his smile never faded.        
CHAPTER TWO
        John lay on his bed, thinking about his strange ability. He hadnt found out about it until he was about ten years old. He had wished for a puppy, and thought about which kind he would want, and then, there it was, sitting in his lap. His father asked him where it had come from, and all he could say was I dont know. They kept the puppy, and John never told anyone about it, until his friends lay dieing before him. Then he had told his mother, and her only. She had told him it was a gift, and should only be used for good, and that he should not go out robbing banks, or causing trouble because he could get out of it as easily as he caused it.
        He never did. But he could. He had made himself fly once, and after that, he flew almost daily. Like Peter Pan, only invisible, so he wouldnt attract attention. It was amazing, being up in the sky, never having to worry about falling. Tonight was no different. He smiled, and got out of bed, and stood before the mirror. He glanced at the alarm clock. 11:00 p.m. He stared back at the mirror and watched himself dissolve into thin air. The rush always thrilled him. Then he levitated, and floated to the window. Opening it, he noticed a chill in the air. Whoosh! It must be 34 degrees Fahrenheit or so! Better adjust! he thought. The chill that bit into his flesh warmed up to a wonderful 70 degrees Fahrenheit.
        He took off, soaring up, up, and away. He could be a superhero, if he wanted. The wind flowed through his hair and he pushed himself faster and faster. What should I see tonight? He had been to a lot of places, but still hadnt seen the whole world. The Egyptian pyramids had been very awesome, and the Eiffel Tower was also great, but he still wanted to see more. Different landmarks flashed through his mind. The Statue of Liberty? No, but maybe. Big Ben? No, hed seen that as well. Stonehenge? He pondered. With a nod to himself, he made his decision.
        Stonehenge was located two miles west of Amesbury, on the British Isles in England. He crossed the North Atlantic Ocean, then landed in England for a bite to eat. After the long flight he always liked to eat, then he continued on to Stonehenge. It was remarkable. The stones were arranged in a semi-circle, three sets of double stones standing side by side, in a triangular form. He stood and stared, understanding, yet not understanding. He levitated to sit on top of one, and then gazed at the stars. It was a clear night, and the view was gorgeous. Too bad he had no one to share it with. Oh, well.
        One day he even dreamed of exploring space, but even with his power, he wasnt sure that he could survive the outer limits. He shrugged, stood, looked at his watch, and then flew away. It was a quarter after one, and he needed to get back home. Though time didnt matter to him, he had a life. He had learned to control his power, his gift, but he had often wondered what would happen if he revealed it to anyone. He knew he couldnt, but living with this secret ate at his soul everyday.
        He didnt even know the limit of his power yet. He knew anything that he thought about, anything he saw in his mind, would appear if he wished. Anything at all. He had tried wishing for money. After he helped his mother with funeral costs, with the money he found, he tried again, a thought about a one hundred dollar bill. When he opened his eyes, there it was in his hand. With it he had bought groceries for him and his family.
        He knew that if evil were to find out, all hell would break loose. He would be the one thing everyone desires, a genie with unlimited wishes, so to speak. He couldnt let that happen. That was why he had kept the power to himself. He could even manipulate his body, take weight off, add muscles. It was amazing. Why him he had no clue, but he did like it.
        He arrived back home and went straight to bed. With the ability to stop or alter time, he could stay up all night, sleep for eight hours, then go to work without missing a thing. He lay in his bed and thought again about what to do with his power. He might just try the busting crime gig, just to see how it was. He turned over and closed his eyes. Then again, he might just try to forget about it and live a normal life. A lot to think about, but nothing to worry about, he thought. He closed his eyes and time came to a screeching halt. All except for him. When he awoke the next morning, everything was back to normal.
CHAPTER THREE
       
        Henry Matheson sat in his easy chair, watching the Late Show with David Letterman. He ran his fingers through his dirt blonde hair, then took a long pull from his Bud. He was about thirty years old. He had no wife or family. Just him, his T.V. and his T.V. dinners. He did have one thing though. He had a power, unlike any he had never known. He could do things, all sorts of things, so much that he depended on them daily. He worked at Lawsons Grocery, where he would cause things to happen, for his own amusement. Like that time when some of the younger guys were pushing out the stock, he though it would be funny for the cart to tip over, and it did.
        He laughed to himself, and didnt even offer to help clean up the mess that he had made. He thought it was just coincidence at first, but something happened later to make him wonder. When he left work he had went to a video game store, just to browse really. The money he made at that damn store wasnt much, so he caught himself wanting more money quite often. This time he wished he had enough money to buy the new Playstation 3 system and several games to help pass his next day off with. He left the store, reached in his pocket for his keys and felt something unfamiliar. He pulled out a roll of bills. Looking around, he began to count. Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred dollars. He couldnt believe it. All were brand new one hundred dollar bills.
        He returned and bought that system, and found another system at home, just like he had bought. Ill be damned, he thought. My luck couldnt be any better. Until he learned that he could do things at will, he thought it was just luck. And better yet, no one else knew anything about it. Since then he had been having fun with his power. He always had money, lots of it. He traded his car in for a new Harley Davidson full size pickup truck, and used his mind-money to pay it off, saying that he had lost a great uncle who had left him with a fortune.
        He had women, drugs, anything. This particular night he had just sent a slut packing, after she refuse to get in bed with him. After she left, he closed his eyes and imagined another woman, no two women, hot and naked, standing before him. A blonde and redhead. He felt the heat from their bodies and opened his eyes. Before him, two beautiful women stood, dripping with lust. This was more like it. Two women to do anything he asked, and all he had to do to get rid of them was wish them gone. He didnt know how he got this power, but he also didnt give a damn.
       
Mark
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"

