Flashes of Eternity

Paul, remember that your girlie derriere still belongs to me. Literally and figuratively. Do not forget about that beautiful rose I have shoved up your lovely rear while girlie music kept playing in the background! Your cockiness has not gotten you very far.. so I would advise you to stop being cocky - because you just do not have what it takes anymore!

I also know you are never going to reveal this to anyone publically - the humiliation would be just too great!

Au revoir, mademoiselle Alice! Have a nice life in Louisiana! Let your demure guide you!"

Notes.. I received many notes throughout my time inside The Prophet's compound. That was the method of communication meant to instill fear and uncertainty by eliminating the human element.. the most vicious method of all.

I knew I had to leave as fast as possible. I knew that The Prophet was a mercurial soul and I could not risk coming back to this place. Amazing, how your perspective can change.. when it all started, losing my manhood seemed unfathomable.. and there I was, hoping I would not have to prance around on horseback during Mardi Gras..

I just stood there, in the middle of the street.

A young Caucasian boy approached me.

"There you go, little girl" he handed me an envelope. "This is all you need to know about your new life."

For some reason, I did not want to open it. Alas, I had no choice.

"I'm still here," I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind me. "Yes. It's me."

"Oh," I replied, akin to a knee-jerk reaction, not knowing what else to say.

"I just wanted to see how eagerly you'd abandon me," the man grinned. "Me, the Prophet."

All of the humiliation and anger within me transformed into an emotional supercell.

"I have a surprise for you," the Prophet touched my right shoulder.

I started twirling my hair out of nervousness.

"You're going to enroll at a women's college!" he clapped his hands, as if trying to hide an extreme level of inner exhilaration. "Just don't bite your nails!"