Thomas C. Hudson
There she was, a picture of awe-inspiring beauty.
Walking amongst the throngs of people that formed a sea of insignificant bodies around her.
Men stopped to stare, not stares of lust, desire or wanting, but stares of reverence.
An overpowering urge to bow in worship of the Goddess in their presence.
Women scoffed, the manifestation of envy and jealousy, had she not been surrounded by the force field of superiority, the looks of hate would have pierced her like the arrows from a hundred a