I want to make this story a tribute to my wife, Barbara, of 54 years. She has been the person that has encouraged me to use my imagination and put them into words. Then she took the time to put these stories into some semblance of order so they could be read by others. At first the Dark Angel was satisfied to rip and tear external pieces of her body from her. Now he has advanced inside and I soon will be left with only the remembrance of the love we shared. Thank you Barbara!