Have an actual conversation with Raven

“There is a thing I wanted to tell you, well I don't know, where to even begin... Do you remember Mark?”

“That pervert?”

“Yes, it turns out that he is actually a some kind of a god and......” We talk together half an hour about my **** and how I got here and how actually they are twisted mirors of their real counterparts. I still haven't told her that she doesn't have soul, that would cruel.

“I just cannot believe it, this have to be a dream, if it isn't, thank you for curing my backache, my twins are very heavy you know.”

“You are welcome, it was really hard for me to focus on your back rather than your tits.”

“Well if you are truly a demigod in this world and you are here for the first time, you may want to hear that there is a feminist rally in the town square”

“What are they protesting? Patriarchal society in a world with just 1 male?”

“Internalized patriarchy of the mayor, that she is a gender traitor.” Raven tells me this very interesting news. I wonder how those feminists looks like in this reality. They are forbiden to do those things like freebleeding and I hate colored armpits or beards on women, so I wonder if Mark gave them his “special touch” and if yes, what is the difference?

“ There somebody also opened new cafe, but I heard that they are struggling with something, but it is not money, there was always that weird church, high school, where we were attending just begs for your visit and I should not tell you this, but some of my friends visit anonymous sex addicts”

“ Sex addicts sounds good”

“If you want to I can join you any time, just call me I will arrive. Also what about our little sister? She told me that she hated you and our mother, I get that she hates you, but our mom?”

“ I-I dunno,but mom told me that she will talk about it with her” Well I think that there was enough of **** today, I could go to some of those places or maybe visit our neighbors ?"

While I am thinking about it, I get an SMS: “I knew that it was you, I liked it come and meet me Sally.” She liked that photo? She was like the femme fatale of mine. Nice.