…Strawberry hair. Yet he always insisted she wear socks and shoes every time they made love, because he could not stand the smell of the ooze pouring out of her feet. Then, one morning, he finally woke up. For the first time he became conscience, wondering why he was so alone, despite his position in life. Why everything he ever tried to do failed so miserably. It was at that moment he realized the pantheon of his life drew him away from the Goddess that drew him back to the center of himself. He was forever lost without her love.