Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2019 15:09:04 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The Face, Part 6

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The face, part 6.

The Lynch Island, summer 2016.

After having pitched their tents and cooked their evening meals, just like
Anita's group the teens and their chaperone were all wearing swimsuits with
girls wearing bikinis and the boys wearing Speedos' she had changed into a
black bikini with full brief bottoms with her prominent package bulge when
she walked over to sound them out seeing both Justin and Dylan looking like
topless girls with their breasts and extra long hair when Justin made her a
mug of coffee and sent Marco on board the vessel for McVities chocolate
digestive biscuits.

She sat down with Anita making small talk on the log when she asked her.

"My group of teens and I have watched a video of teens having sex orgies on
this very island."

Anita replied. "Where have you seen this video?"

"It's out there on social media and well documented on the Nifty site plus
I googled your name and found University college school, at first I thought
you was a teacher until I found social media sites of students who attend
that school, from there it didn't take me long to find out that you're
having sex with their students and the name Dylan Masters keeps cropping
up."

She called out. "Dylan, Dylan Masters," which certainly got his attention;
he walked over from the vessel's stern and politely asked. "Maam, how may I
help you"?"

"Patricia Moore at your service, I see that you're acquainted with
Professor Anita Bowers here."

"That's correct; she lectures ancient history at our school."

She produced a flash drive asking. "Shall we go on board your vessel and
watch a video?"

"Ok, I'll be interested to see what you want to show me, you too Professor
Bowers."

Her laptop was already set up with Bluetooth onto the large screen TV; she
booted it up and loaded the flash drive to watch the same video that
they've already seen contained in the Corsair waterproof aluminium cased
flash drive when she said.

"This video proves what went on here and two of those persons as well as
the vessel and your shelter are here right now."

"So, what is it you want?"  .  .  .  "The same thing for my teens as those
in the video."  .  .  .  ."Anything else."

"Let's run the video again, I want to show you something else," Anita ran
the video again until they saw a laptop on the screen which zoomed into the
logo of the jet black widow shaped spider with the red Japanese rising sun
logo on its bulbous back when Patricia said. "There, look at that, what
you're seeing is a Tokyo Spider laptop."

Dylan exclaimed. "I've heard about this but they're an arm and a leg to buy
so nobody I know has one."

"I'm betting that the owner of this boat knows who owns that one," as she
pointed to the screen."

Dylan said. "Wait here, I'll just go and fetch Rick."

Rick returned with Dylan who said to Rick. "See this laptop with the spider
logo, who do you know who owns one."

"Oh, that's easy, that one belongs to Tom Fullbrick, the lads here all
called him Fullprick back in the day, would you like me to call him for
you," After Rick called him, he arrived at the college's river frontage
with his backpack and called Rick to come and collect him in his vessel.?"

Tom was a retired mechanical engineer in his mid 60's who said to Rick.

"As soon as you've mentioned teens, I brought my backpack expecting another
stay here like the old days, I've brought my laptop as you asked," he put
the black laptop shoulder bag with its spider emblem on the table, took it
out and opened it when Dylan gazed hard at it saying. "She's a real
beauty."

Tom logged on which took him through a five stage authentication process
requiring him to enter his password, enter his bank card, use another
password sent to his Iphone as a text message, voice authentication and
lastly his right eye photographed with the laptop's webcam when Anita
said. `Christ, that's even worse than getting into a bank.

Tom was now logged onto the world's most secure computer system when Anita
said.

`I've got to get me one of them."

Tom replied. "Are you sure you can afford one? Here, I'll show you their
catalogue listings," he passed her the laptop on the catalogue page when
she saw their 10 inch netbook model which she noted will fit inside her
shoulder bag including with its shoulder bag, she gasped at the price even
though the specifications appealed to her then bit the bullet, bought it
using her credit card, registered herself as a customer and selected Japan
air lines hand carry courier then finally said to Dylan.

"I've just gone and bought myself a Tokyo Spider,"

The email alert sounded on her Iphone and she read the confirmation email
welcoming her as a new customer with the PDF file bill of sale and a
personal letter from the CEO of the Tokyo Spider Corporation. Dylan gasped
at what she had just bought asking. "How long will it take you to pay for
it?"

"Not a problem my love."

Tom went to the Lotto-cracker function then selected the UK National
lottery for that very evening which came up with seven numbers, fortunately
she already had an online account and had only minutes to enter the new
ticket numbers having just entered them in the closing seconds before the
7.30 pm deadline just like an ebay bid-sniper, for Anita it became a
waiting game.

Dylan left the vessel to join the other lads sat round the fire-pit with
Rick and Tom walking around the island talking over old times when Anita
led Patricia to Rick's bedroom at the front of the vessel and embraced her
feeling her already rock hard cock inside her booty shorts up against
her. Both women had already sat there with Anita's pussy leaking her juices
into her Bikini bottoms whilst Patricia's huge cock was leaking her pre-cum
love juices through her bikini bottoms triggered by their female gaydars.

Anita's pussy was leaking like a sieve with her dripping pussy juices when
she beckoned Patricia to lie on the bed and she straddled her cowgirl
fashion riding her huge cock with a pleasing motion as her breasts bounced
and jiggled in time with her motions unbeknown to either that Anita's four
boys were now having sex with the teens in their tents on the island's
sooth green.

Anita worked her pussy muscles hard against her cock wanting to quickly
bring on her ejaculation experiencing two gushing orgasms herself before
Patricia flooded her with a huge load in over a dozen huge fire hose gushes
of spunk flooding into her equaling Dylan's usual hot loads before Patricia
finally ate out her spunk flooded pussy giving her a spunk and pussy juice
laden tongue kiss followed by Anita finally sucking any remaining dregs of
spunk from her cock finishing with cleaning themselves off with their cum
rags and joining Rick and Tom sat by the fire pit when Rick made the
coffees with McVities chocolate digestives.

After dark, Tom summoned everyone together for the naked circumnavigation
swim around the island verifying with Anita and Patricia that both their
groups of teens were good swimmers, Patricia certainly knew her group as
she was their qualified swimming teacher whereas Anita had swum with her
teens at Hampstead and Tom was a veteran swimmer with 50 years of open
water experience and a Lifesaving/lifeguarding trainer/assessor to boot and
felt himself to be in overall charge.

He wanted everyone diving off the platform in pairs with himself last and
swimming at the rear of the group rather like a sheepdog herding a group of
sheep.

This experience for Tom was just like the old days from over a decade ago
plus the teens were enjoying a good experience until they entered the main
channel after rounding the southern tip of the island in full view of a
disco party boat full of teens enjoying the music with their drinks when
those who were dancing stopped to look at the naked teens swimming in the
water blowing wolf whistles, shouting cat calls &c with some lads
shouting. "Where are all your trunks?"

Tom replied. "Come and join us."

The vessel stopped in the water when he estimated at least half of them
stripped naked and either jumped or dived into the water for the last 200
yards to the finish where the group clambered back on board. Tom doubted
for one instant if anyone of them brought towels with them and guessed that
some of them would probably be drying themselves off with their tee shirts
with some of them getting their underwear and bras wet under whatever they
wore. This had not happened back then and certainly became a memorable
experience when hours later it went viral all over social media together
with photos and videos which everyone watched on board Rick's vessel the
following day.

Rick had boiled another Dixie of water on the fire-pit for both groups who
were all stood round the fire with towels draped over them enjoying the
warmth radiating from the fire when Patricia and Anita took out their
Iphones taking a series of photos before he served everyone with mugs of
hot chicken soup when everyone boarded the vessel to watch the lottery
being dawn live, some of Patricia's party had bought tickets so there's an
interest there to see if any of them won anything but all they got were
minor prizes, it was Anita who ecstatically howled with joy at having won
the big one.

Justin returned late as the college's catering facility was catering for a
function when he left well after midnight carrying his seal up waterproof
bag, no sooner was he clear of the lights illuminating the boathouse, he
crossed a wooden bridge over a swamp area, stripped totally naked and
walked the half mile to the island when Tom heard a splash and left the
group shelter to investigate with his Maglite torch seeing Justin swimming
across the backwater towards the riverbank when he shouted.

"For fuck's sake, put that light out, you're blinding me."

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't expecting you."

"Tom, what are you doing here, nice to see you again, can you give us a
hand to climb out please?"

Tom took hold of his bag then held his hand out for Justin to grab onto and
pulled him out immediately falling into a passionate embrace despite him
being soaking wet and a naked Tom as dry as a bone but he didn't care one
iota as they were glad to see each other again.

They dried off in front of the glowing embers using Justin's towel when he
quietly boarded Rick's vessel to reclaim his sleeping bag and was nicely
surprised to see both groups of teens still up in an orgy of naked sex and
lovemaking just like the old days, he laid his bedding next to Tom's then
lubed up both his cock and Tom's rear pussy hole, pushed his huge monstrous
cock into his hole and began thrusting gently into him whispering sexual
sweet nothings whilst his rock hard cock which still performs like a
teenager despite his age was disgorging its pre-cum love juices onto his
sleeping bag feeling the sensation of his rear pussy hole clench onto
Justin's monster every time his cock twitched when Justin warned him he was
just about to cum.

The next few moments saw Justin unloading another of his monstrous
hyperspermia loads in over two dozen well spaced out huge fire hose gushes
of spunk flooding out of his cock in a lengthy torturous orgasm leaking
shit loads of spunk back out of his cock onto his sleeping bag whilst Tom's
load flew out everywhere without him even touching his cock finishing with
them falling into a sleepy embrace as their afterglows finally sent them to
sleep.

By morning, there wasn't a teen that hadn't had sex with any other person,
male or female present and all the boy's baby maker balls were totally
spent.

Justin was the first to rise exiting the group shelter naked then throwing
on his black Eyeline nylon swim briefs and trainers then woke Rick up. He
came back out of the vessel with the food and began preparing and cooking
everyone's full English breakfasts when Tom came out of the shelter wearing
only his vintage Australian Speedo bottle green nylon swim briefs which
closely resemble schoolgirl netball knickers. This is a garment which must
be over 40 years old and is one of a number he bought whilst living in
Australia from a shop clear out.

He set up and lit Rick's US M-67 Puffing Billy water heater to heat up a
dustbin full of water for their naked stirrup pump showers using his WW2
stirrup pump following the entire group's pre- breakfast swim round the
island, this time wearing their swim suits owing to the presence of dog
walkers and runners using the towpath opposite the island leaving Rick to
watch over the cooking on his ex British army field kitchen until Justin
returns from his morning swim to assist him.

Whilst everyone still wore their swimsuits drying on their bodies in the
sun, Anita prepared her lecture for them about the work she's carried out
at the Naples archeological museum and set up her laptop via Bluetooth onto
Rick's large screen TV.

With everyone seated on the vessel's bench seats Anita began her lecture
with a number of photos taken at Pompeii followed by the archeological
museum then asked Paul to stand before everyone.

"My name's Paul Petrocelli and I'm in the UK during my gap year after
finishing high school gaining my HSC's, The story Professor Bowers and I
are about to relay you today does sound very far fetched but as they say,
truth is stranger than fiction, Anita, may I please have the pictures of
Antonius's on the screen."

Paul continued saying. "Professor Bowers' has reconstructed Antonius's face
from his skull which was 3D printed, he died when Mount Vesuvius erupted
burying the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum in 79 ad. As you can see
there is a very striking resemblance between myself and Antonius. As an
experiment, his face was uploaded onto the Interpol facial recognition
database even though it has highly improbable that anyone would match his
face, that was until I arrived at London's Heathrow airport and their
facial recognition cameras triggered an exact match.

Professor Bowers also had my DNA sample compared against a sample extracted
from Antonius with more than a 90% match after almost 2,000 years, a result
such as this proves a family connection which if taken today would prove
that he is my father," Gasps of astonishment came from Patricia's group of
teens and herself before he said.

"From Helen's contemporary account of the time, the ship which rescued them
was hit by a lava bomb which caused the ship's cargo of olive oil to
explode in a fireball and sinking the ship. They were unable to find each
other in the water and the following morning she was rescued from the sea
by another ship and disembarked at Sicily where she gave birth to
Antonius's boy the following year whereas Antonius himself swam back to the
boathouses to take shelter under a boat when the last pyroclastic cloud
overwhelmed the city where during excavations his skeleton was found almost
2,000 years later.

Patricia said. That's a truly unbelievable story; I bet that took a lot of
detective work putting that one together."

Anita replied. "There are more things in heaven and earth which even modern
science is only just beginning to discover and is just beginning to touch
the surface, but all I can say is that Antonius's story has come from the
other side of time itself."

A teenage boy asked. "Isn't this invoking supernatural forces?"

Anita relied. "If it is, it wasn't us which invoked them, they came to us
with honorable intent and young Paul here is glad they have which gives his
family an impressive family tree."

A girl asked. "Isn't this contacting ghosts?"

Anita relied. "If it is, it is the preserve of paranormal investigators
with their spirit boxes and Ouija boards which we are not. All I can say is
whatever or whoever those higher entities are, they have allowed his story
to be told and I am sure that wherever he is now beyond the other side of
time, he's now a very happy bunny."

Another teen asked. "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Anita relied. "Whilst there are well documented occurrences of
reincarnation, I feel sure that there's a purpose to it all whatever that
may be. I will cite the story of a three year old Yorkshire boy who was
being driven in his parent's car when he pointed to a hill exclaiming.

"Mummy, daddy, look, that's where MY plane crashed. Note that the boy said
MY plane and not a plane. They weren't even aware that where their son
pointed to was the site of a plane crash. They only found out later that an
American bomber had crashed there during WW2 killing everyone on board. You
have to remember these were lads not long out of high school far from home
and their families who faced death at every mission and many of them never
returned with their lives still unfulfilled. I suggest when you get home is
to watch the movie Memphis Belle. Of note is that the ghost of an airman is
regularly seen searching for something on the hill where the aircraft
crashed."

A deathly silence fell over the teens who after this weekend would probably
be questioning the purpose of their lives, when Rick went to his DVD case
and picked out his cardboard sleeve copy of `Memphis Belle' when Anita
said.

"I really should be telling Antonius's story instead," when the teens
unanimously said. "Let's hear it."

Pompeii, 25th October 79 AD.

Anita began recounting the whole story. Helen became inconsolable screaming
and crying having discovered the theft of her boat which hit Antonius hard
like a thunderbolt especially having promised her parents to keep her safe
and their relationship was now undergoing their first true test. There was
one boat left in the boathouse which he saw was in the process of
undergoing repairs to its hull with a large area of planking missing. She
sat on the upturned boat with the lantern beside her crying begging him.

"What are we going to do now?"

Antonius replied. "We can't stay here because when that mountain even so
much as falters, there's going to be tons coming down on us and when that
happens we'll not only burn to death, we'll be buried for all time."

"We must make our way to Stabia; it's only a few miles."

"Yes, and look at how long it took to get here, no, I would much rather
swim for it hoping to find a ship."

"That's a crazy idea, it won't work, if we do make it, we'll probably end
up on the other side of the bay with little or no clothes to wear."

"Give me that lantern, people repair their boats here so there must be
something here which will float, I'll look around and see what I can find."

He searched the boathouse and found a wooden box containing a few
woodworking tools, copper nails, caulking &c, it took all his strength to
empty the contents of the box onto the floor, he picked up a stave, cut a
saw cut at one end, nailed it to the end of the box and hung the lantern
onto the stave securing it with some caulking twine whilst she watched him
intently trying to work out what his plan is realizing that he may have a
really good escape plan.

He lashed another stave across the top of the vertical stave and to that he
tied the tarpaulin to form a sail tying the bottom of the tarpaulin to
nails hammered into the sides of the box then studied his handiwork saying.

"A few years ago as a child, I was with a group of boys who made something
like this which we attempted to sail on the river. As I was the smallest
boy then, it was I who sat in it, this won't be large enough for either of
us to sit in but it will carry our clothes and belongings. We tie ourselves
to it and swim out towing it, the wind is blowing out to sea so this box
will sail and tow us along."

"I see that you've done this already,"

"The lantern should be seen by a ship which should alert them to come and
rescue us, remind me to replace the candle before we go, as it's dark,
there are two points of reference, the volcano and the western sky which
should give us a sense of direction, now I must tie the rope to the rear
rope loop carrying handle because we are going to have to drag this across
the beach."

"Antonius, If we come through this, I will tell my parents the whole story
and they will be proud of you."

"Come on, it's time we stripped off our clothes and loaded up, I'll change
the candle now to give us light through the night."

Antonius said a Christian prayer thanking their god for the harvests which
have produced what they are about to receive to sustain them through the
night then ate some food and drank some water leaving them enough food for
another day, after that, there was the uncertainty of further sources of
food despite water being plentiful in the region. They packed their
belongings into a sack and placed it into the box, tied themselves to the
rope and dragged it across the beach into the sea gazing at the setting sun
in the western sky shining through a veil of descending volcanic ash.

They became surprised finding themselves walking in shallow water whereas
before Helen knew the water was deep just a short distance from the shore
when they felt a gentle breeze filling up the sail. Antonius turned the box
into the wind which began towing them out to sea feeling the sea's warm
caress on their skin with Helen's confidence returning at seeing his plan
coming to fruition in the knowledge that he's becoming the fine strong
young man she wants to spend the rest of her life with raising his family
in the comfort of a house which they've built themselves.

They saw Pliny's fleet of warships approaching which continued south when
they found themselves unable to dock at both Herculaneum and Pompeii which
continued onto Stabia. They drifted towards Naples in the tidal current and
were now about eight miles out to sea when they saw a large cargo ship
approaching out of the night with the lookout screaming.

"Light sighted off the port beam," and furiously rang a bell. Euphoria and
relief coursed through them that this large ship became their salvation
when the oars were run out and dipped into the water as the captain gave
the order to `Hold water together,' effectively halting the ship's progress
in the water.

They swam towing their box alongside the ship as Antonius called for a rope
which he tied their bundle to then cut his tarpaulin away to be hoisted on
board followed by the lantern and lastly themselves clambering up the cargo
net. Antonius became surprised when he realized they were picked up by the
Moonshine serenade and said to Helen.

"This is the ship which brought me to you."

She replied. "She must be a lucky ship," then asked her captain. "Where's
this ship bound for?"

"Alexandria miss; I'll order her to change course for Panormus (Palermo)
and drop you off there, I'll order a search for any survivors before we
sail."

They were escorted to a cabin where they dressed. Antonius donned his
Christian kyro medallion round his neck which he hadn't worn for a long
time and tied his waist bag onto himself containing his money, cordage,
knife and tarp pins when they fell into a lover's embrace and passionately
kissed each other before returning on deck watching the ship get under way
when the ship's bell rang for the midnight hour and change of watch.

At that moment they watched in horror as the volcano's column collapsed
seeing the fiery pyroclastic cloud descend down the mountain's slopes
followed seconds later by the thunderous roar as the deathly 500 degree
searing heated cloud roared down at the speed of a hurricane blast
engulfing the city of Herculaneum killing everyone there instantly and
stopping at Pompeii's north wall as the volcano continued erupting when
suddenly a huge lava bomb roared down from the darkened skies smashing
through the foredeck igniting the olive oil from the smashed amphorae
holing the ship's hull and erupting into a blazing inferno followed seconds
later by a powerful explosion blowing the front of the ship apart as the
blast blew them both overboard into the blackness seeing the fires finally
extinguished as the ship slipped beneath the sea leaving only the sound of
screaming men in the darkness downing out their cries whilst desperately
trying to find each other which, during the following moments stopped as
the men drowned and Antonius, no longer hearing Helen's calls and fearing
the worst kept calling out into the sea's silence.

He desperately kept treading water, his ears desperately hoping for the
sound of Helen's voice in the darkness which never came when he screamed
loudly as he suddenly felt the intensely searing painful stings on his
lower leg and saw the floating cushion like object floating in the water
beside him. He swam frantically away from it for he knew from mariners and
the soldiers at Pompeii that he had encountered a Portuguese man o war and
despite having to grit his teeth from the stings, he resigned himself to
swimming back to shore finally clambering ashore struggling through the ash
and pumice to finally seek shelter in the boathouse which they left hours
ago and despite the blackened skies he marveled at the sun dimly
penetrating the blackened skies heralding another day when he heard the
roar and saw the heated cloud rushing down the slopes of the mountain when
he rushed back inside, draped sails over the holed boat, slid under and
kicked aside the wooden block supporting the boat shutting himself inside
only for his life to end moments later as the pyroclastic cloud roared
through the city and out across the Bay of Naples when the fiery 300 degree
oven like temperatures engulfed him to remain entombed under the boat for
almost 2,000 years and yet he took comfort from a fleeting vision of seeing
Helen being rescued from the sea by another ship in his final seconds of
life.

The Lynch Island, summer 2016.

Anita received a hand clapping ovation from everyone on board Rick's
venerable 70 foot canal barge `Countess of Clewer when a teen asked
her. "Do we know what happened to Helen?"

She replied. "I thought I would save the best till last. Marcus did survive
having taken refuge in a cave which the Christians used as a church and
since then the holy caves have been a church for almost 2,000 years and
contemporary accounts from the time state that the blessed virgin was seen
outside ushering people into the cave.

Marcus searched for Helen well into the following year and found her in a
convent where she gave birth to a healthy boy who looked like his father
and they were married on the spot having a further two boys and went on to
live productive lives. He became a shopkeeper and she became a
schoolteacher with an illustrious singing and acting career."

Paul said. "And there you have it ladies and gentlemen; this is where my
family's roots originally started."

Throughout the evening, Anita's Iphone kept sounding with its email
alert. It had been doing this for some days now, this was racking her off
and she needed a solution fast. She was signed up to Quora, a social media
site which has a lot of professional people in its ranks including her;
sometimes she would receive an email asking.

`Can you answer (named person's) question on a variety of subjects?' She
had received the odd question and if she knew the answer, she would reply,
that is until she began being spammed by Alfred Michel's naïve
questions and she was receiving a shit load of inane question requests from
him for his usual subject such as `Are there any cycle tracks in Beijing,
China?' she was receiving the same question for cities all over the world
and there were questions on motorcycle and bicycle on demand schemes all
over the world and despite deregistering and blocking emails from that
site, the emails re-started again with a vengeance having defeated her spam
filters which started with one email which had over two dozen inane
question requests from Alfred Michel, all on the same subjects of bicycle
lanes, bicycle and motorcycle on demand schemes in cities around the
world. This certainly would become a good you-tube story by Creepy pasta.

Her solution came in the form of a USB stick having met Ellen Masters and
her male hermaphrodite son on the island who was being trolled by having
his name mentioned in pornographic stories across the internet almost
driving him to the point of suicide. The USB stick contained the entire
contents of those stories uploaded to pornographic literature sites in
Microsoft word format from an old discarded laptop found amongst a huge
pile of rubbish dumped by the truckload by pikies and blocking the lane
where she lives, as it turned out, her son had actually found a
pornographer's laptop.

All she needed to do was select a riotous gay male-adult youth story,
change the central character's name for his and alter the storyline making
him out to be a predatory peadophile of high school age teenage boys and
upload it to Nifty. A devious looking smirk came to Anita's face as she
thanked Ellen for the USB stick and thought.

`Right Master Alfred Michel, you're name will be shit by the time I'm
finished with you.'

Hampstead, Royal Free Hospital, March 2017.

A heavily pregnant Professor Anita Bowers was admitted to their maternity
unit which is closer to her home where she gave birth to a healthy seven
pound and one ounce boy aided by the use of an epidural injection to
control the pain of childbirth whilst Paul sat in eager anticipation in the
waiting room like the proud father he became when even from there he heard
the healthy bellow of his son's voice which pierced right through the ward
when he was finally summoned by a nurse to her bedside where he saw
Antonius's apparition looking at the sight before him even though it was
only him, the child and his mother who could see him, Antonius reached out
with his hand to thank both himself and Anita in turn then kissed the
child's forehead making the sign of the cross above his head before finally
bidding a final goodbye.

Using his Iphone, Paul photographed the mother with her child with his
striking blue eyes and blond hair when their gazes finally met and the
child smiled. It was the face of Antonius looking straight at him when he
reached out to him with a tiny hand pointing directly at him uttering. "Da
da."

They spent quality time together and he held the child for some precious
moments when the nurse finally came to take down the notes for the
registrar asking. "Mrs. Bowers, do you have a name?"

Anita replied. "I do, it's Anthony Paul."

"And the father's particulars please."

Paul replied. "I'm afraid she was raped last year whilst in Italy."

"And your religious denomination please," that's when Anita's gaze fell on
the solid silver medallion which had mysteriously appeared, she had seen
this medallion on display at the Naples archeological museum which was
found on Antonius's skeleton which a later phone call verified it was still
there, she lovingly caressed the medallion seeing the kyro symbol then
replied. "Roman Catholic."

This medallion had come to her from the other side of time to be worn
proudly by Anthony when he's older.

The end.