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this was a foundation rattling bang, and I knew a welt would soon appear on my forehead. If a human thought that immortality was awesome because we never die, I'm sorry to say, we can still feel pain. “Oipho! Kariola!”
                  “Now uncle, there is no need for that kind of language.”
                  I grumbled, rubbing my head while remembering to duck, as I entered the humble home. The ceilings were high, something I was grateful for and the walls were a bland off white. It was furnished, but sparsely. The living area was fixed with a couch, small table and lamp.
    Eros led me over to the dining room. Again, simple with a table and two matching chairs, but it was when he took me into the kitchen that my jaw dropped. The counter had digital everything, stuff I'd never used before, or even seen for that matter. Unlike the other gods, I didn't snoop into the lives of humans, so for all I knew, they still lived as they had in the earlier part of the century.
                  I stood transfixed, while he named each item and how they worked. I couldn't believe it. An oven that cleaned itself and a box, he called a microwave that flash cooked your food in minutes. It was honoring in a way, seeing how I was the God of Inventions. Man had taken my gifts and gone above what I could've ever expected. Yes, man no longer worshiped us, or thanked us for these tokens, but it didn't matter. They still remembered us elder gods, through the work they did.
    I turned back, before heading toward the stairs, telling myself I'd be using that equipment often, just to feel satisfied with human progress, and then I jogged up where Eros waited.
                  By the time we were finished with the tour while he drilled me with information for my new life, my head was spinning. Time had gotten away from us and the sun was beginning to rise. We shook hands, and he shimmered away, just as the rays streamed through my blinds.
    The sounds in the neighborhood of car doors slamming and wheels peeling away made it apparent that the men worked, and were rarely home with their wives. I too, was a working man, owner of Fix It Fast . I was a repairman, a job that would be easiest for me. But this day, I would sleep. Afterwards, I would start my new life as a human man and maybe, just maybe, I would find the love of my eternal life.

    Chapter IV
    Vanessa
     
                  We were at our favorite spot, Cafe Sticky Licks. I could smell the sinful scent of chocolate pizza, something that every visitor to San Francisco should try.
    Calvin was sitting adjacent to my chair, eying the area for potential boyfriends. Though how you could call a man you're with for only two to three weeks a boyfriend was beyond me.
    I sat, twirling the straw in my water, and wished I had the same confidence that my friend seemed to exude with every breath. Why didn't it wash onto me? Then again, just looking at him, I could see why he didn't have an ounce of doubt for his ability to attract both male and female attention.
                  Dressed casually this day, Calvin's black slacks seemed to hug him, loving him just as his partners did. Even his monogrammed, tan work shirt with the name Fantasy Free Elementary imprinted in cursive over his heart, seemed to sexy him up.
    I wore the same shirt, but I might as well have been in a burlap sack.
    Honestly, it was hard to explain which parts of Calvin were the most delicious. Was it his chocolate brown eyes that matched his smooth skin, maybe? Or, could it be his full lips, always turned up at the corners like he kept a secret funny joke in his mind?
    Unlike my dashing friend, I didn't keep up my physique at the gym, so he was chiseled, another attribute that stood out through his fitted top. As great as it was to have him in my life, I often felt like a ragamuffin while in his presence.
    My dismal sigh took him from his perusal and I knew he was staring me