It was a typical Wednesday, no one noticed,

It was a typical Wednesday, no one noticed, but then again they never did. I reached for my pencil and began adding the totals, it was then

that those tubular pork chop sandwiches came in on the wire and she was denying me sex because of the time the zombies passed up the deal on the 4x4 my aunt

left me in her will after she was brutally killed by a savage pack of feral street mimes. I hated to sell it, but the 4x4 was haunted with bad memories and a peculiar

smell that just seemed to remain in my nose wherever I went. I had found the nearest antique shop and walked in. There was something... Eve

ntually, there'd be other things, too. Things on top of other things. Things with a shape. Amorphous things. Wow, this antique shop had everything. Except Eve.

and it was Eve that I really wanted, maybe antique shops weren't the right place to look? But where then? What had Adam done with her?

The last I heard Adam had chased her out of the garden, and he was playing the singles scene. He was bowling at laser bowl in Palm Spings, with the Bob Hope Budweiser girls. One

hand held a double vodka, the other a hottie in some sort of snake get-up. Adam knew how good he had it, and wanted everyone to know. Eve, too, flaunted her new

obsession. Adam was a harvard grad and she was going to walk that money all over the club. She drew the Harvard H on her right breast, but woke up with an O on the other.

There were only so many things that could start with O, but this was not the case. "You're marked now" - the words he whispered in her ear suddenly became clear.