My Own Destiny(story A):Training Day One
My old friend Destiny rings my doorbell around nine o clock. I answer the door, let her in, and offer her a beer. She declines, and then I notice the serious look on her face. “What’s wrong, is it Steve again,” I ask her while stroking her chin up causing her to look me in the eyes. “It’s nothing, how about that beer,” she asks changing the subject and making her way towards the kitchen leabing me to hold the door. In the second it takes me to close the door and walk fibe steps to my kitchen she has already slammed one beer down and is half way into her second. I can only stop and stare a moment at Destiny while she sits on my countertop with the second beer bottle held in …