THE NEXT DAY ON SATURDAY, Peter woke-up feeling miserable ‘after’ his-birthday, yesterday evening. He felt insulted ‘when’ Bella left his-group to play with his-twin’s dog…

… he felt humiliated by her-action during his-birthday party, in-front of the Irish-boys when Terry rebuffed-and-offended him by slurring that he doesn’t HAVE ‘CONTROL’ of his-senior girlfriend… and-then, Terry took-every opportunity to touch-Bella in-his drunkard-state…

‘…is bloody-Donovan ‘getting’ back-at me for-PERTHLAND that I ‘stole’ his-secret-admiration of – Jezebel-Crowley – the billionaire socialite from the-UK, who he-wanted to woo-her on her-visit to SHS… and, by even-buying her a bouquet-of-roses…

‘… what is this…? Instant Karma…? Hah! HELL-NO! I ‘got’ Belle over there by using-my animal-magnet ‘charms’… and she ‘won’t’ fall for a-million years-for your ‘wussie’ romantic flower-buying gestures… you Donovan-moron, you’re out-of her-league…’

Peter laughed victorious on his-bed…

… and wanted to CUT-TIES with Terry… with his-leadership of his ‘losers’ backbenchers Irish-boys group-of-mates…

“HaHaHa… to-hell with you all ‘suckers’ – I don’t need you-all bloody-mediocre assholes in my-life anymore… bloody get-lost before I put a ‘spell’ on you-all… but before YOU-GO… ‘thanks’ for the prezzies, HaHaHa…”

HIS LAUGHTER was ‘intercepted’ with the Belgian Malinois’ loud barks from the backyard – that ‘exasperated’ Peter further…

“Shut-up, you-bloody dingo! I ‘kill’ you-next!!!”

His bitter-anger was soon ‘diverted’ to the dog’s master – his nemesis-twin…

“Poe! You bloody-quad, you ‘think’ you’re ‘better’ than-me too…? Wearing your sucky loud-blue-jacket like a ‘pimp’ to your b*****s… but without your bling-bling cos’ you can’t afford ‘none’…

“… and-despite with Janey-and-Chinatown Wong ‘on’ your-side… you’d ‘lured’ my-Bella with your dingo-dog – WHAT WERE you 2-speaking for 15-minutes ‘behind’ my-back…!!?”

The teen was ‘recalling’ what ‘more’ matters to spite at-Paul – and remembered Ken Chan – who did ‘NOT’ ATTEND his party-invitation…

“Where ‘were’ you, KC…? Why ‘no’ show – is this how you ‘disrespect’ me after I saved your drowning-ass in Rotto…? Hah! Serve you-right… yesterday, your girlfriend was all dolled-up like an anime Chinadoll for my pimp-twin…

“… some martial-arts guy, you-are – can’t even ‘protect’ ownership your-own girlfriend…!!? Mediocre…!!!”

He heard the dog barking even-louder – ‘until’ he-THEN HEARD Paul’s voice ‘pacifying’ it…

“Both you stinking-breeds should ‘GET-OUT’ of my-father’s house…!!!”

Peter then thought-of Jorge McFly – AKA Churros – who ‘shared’ the sensuous-kissing video yesterday evening… which prompted-to…

… his birthday-revenge… to satisfy his-teen angst – so, he made a call to Daniel Burnett of the Hateful-8…

“… it’s you ‘again’ – what is it…!?” The man responded at the other-end…

… who was disgruntled ‘after’ THE FAILURE of the Zimmerman’s blackmail…

“… hey, Dan-the-man… how are you, mate…? I ‘got’ a job for you…”

“… I’m ‘not’ interested…” The pissed-off voice grunted…

… Peter ignored him… and continued to-speak of the task-at-hand…

“… I need you to open a YouTube account ‘for’ me…”

“… ‘not’ interested…” The voice grunted louder…

… the teen sent Daniel the kissing-video…

“… I want to ‘take-down’ my brother… he ‘disrespected’ me and want to try to ‘steal’ Bella!!!”

“Hey! I got work to do in the-farm!”

“Do it for Bella… it’s her DOG-FARM…”

… Peter said-and-wanting to ‘trap’ the ‘employee’ in-the-corner – and, at the same time ‘sweetening’ the-deal…

“I’ll pay you $100 for you to ‘open’ a YouTube-account…”

“… does Bella know…?” Daniel asked…

The teen ‘lied’…

“… err… no, but I’m defending her-honour behind her back, so ‘help’ me – cos’ Poe was ‘DRUNK’ AT the party-yesterday… and grabbed her inappropriately…”

“… got no time for your teenagers-squabbles… just leave me alone, skoden – what do you plan to achieve ‘with’ the Tarzan-kissing-Jane video at the beach…!? It’ll make them ‘more’ famous online from now-on, right…?”

“… but-my inspector-mom and Janey’s parents DOESN’T KNOW about this video – when they ‘do’… they WILL SPLIT-UP cripple Tarzan from his-blind Jane…”

“… damn-you-bro… you really hate him…!?” Daniel was dazed by the sibling’s animosity

“… yes, he bullies me-around… you know he ‘got’ superpowers, right…?” Peter whispered…

“… hahaha… yes, you are the time-traveller-lots – HEARD IT-ALL when you’re drunk yourself at the motel…” Daniel chuckled…

“… hey, stop-laughing… it’s the ‘truth’… I’m from ‘ANOTHER’ PERTH… you got to help-me to take-down my ‘evil’ brother – I’m the victim here, please help-me, mate…” Peter whined…

“… Jesus, you’re a Christian… SHOULDN’T-YOU love your brother…!? What you’re doing is against your-religion, right…? Have you considered the ‘implication’ if that video goes online…?” Daniel was talking ‘sense’ to-him…

“… err… I’ll go for church-confession… and my sins ‘against’ my horrible-brother would-be absolved – DO IT FOR ME, mate… it’s ‘not’ for-free – I’m paying you…”

‘Not interested!” Daniel told in-a-firm voice…

“I’ll pay you $200!!!” Pleaded Peter in-desperation…

Daniel hung-up –and, Peter was ‘mad’…

… it was the 2nd-time someone had ‘refused’ to help-him in the POST-TREETON realm – with Dr Jack-Turner who-earlier had ‘refused’ his-proposal of his-Golden blood ‘sales’ to the billionaire-Crowleys in the-UK…

… so, Peter cursed him…

“…I ‘hope’ you-bloody GET-CAUGHT for killing Ross-the-Horse – and burying his body-parts in the farm!

“… Chucky Miggs ‘would’ then put you down-like a-dog with ‘a-bullet’ in your-bloody head, you-mediocre minion!!!”

-O-

Moments-later, a cyclist in-hoodie was on-the-road… and was heading to the neighbourhood internet-café. He parked his-bike across the street and walked-over to the-shop… pulling-over his-hoodie TO ‘AVOID’ detection from the outdoor-CCTV camera of-the-establishment…

… Peter doesn’t normally go-there as he could ‘afford’ his ‘own’ Wi-Fi – but he had to disguise-himself in-case ‘someone’ recognised-him – as the son of the inspector-of-Perth who ‘lived’ in the biggest’ house in ‘that’ neighbourhood…

Wearing his Oakley-sunnies and gloves in both hands – so-to conceal his black metal robotic-arm… he walked into the shop which he had ‘not’ stepped in for 3-years…

… before the automobile-accident, his late-father ‘would’ send him-and-Paul over there to photocopy architectural-documents whenever the Walkers’ Xerox copier was ‘jammed’ – where he and his-twin would cycle their-bikes-over for the-service in the internet-café… and in-return get ‘paid’ with ice-cream money from Solomon Walker for their-effort…

Peter was glad that the shop had A ‘CHANGE’ in its-management – because the ‘former’ owner … Mr-whatever his-name-was would recognise the Walker-twins…

… he ‘booked’ a spot with the woman behind the counter…

It was Saturday, and the place was full-of teenager-gamers and online chatters… Peter went to his-booth furthest from-them…

He created a ‘fake’ email-account in Google… and used it to create a username – Nero_13 for the YouTube account…

… then, he ‘uploaded’ the kissing-video of Poe-and-Janey – and ‘further’ typed in the description of-the-video as:

SEX VIDEO of Perth’s Tarzan & Jane – PART 1

Peter chuckled…

‘… this is the ‘foreplay’ to a never-existing PART 2, Hehehe… Poe’s gonna get-it ‘hard-and-deep’ in his-ass ‘WHEN’ the video-goes viral…

‘… Poe, as-your elder-brother, I’m my brother’s Keeper-too – since you marketed my-tennis videos in the ‘OTHER-PERTH’ … I’m returning the-favour to you, ‘promoting’ your Tarzan-and-Janey’s Perth’s Famous-couple fame, Hehehe… ‘enjoy’…’

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ON HIS-WHEELCHAIR, PAUL WAS PLAYING ‘FETCH’ with his-dog and simultaneously gaming with his-Nintendo. These-day, he could ‘not’ sleep-in on Saturdays because of Kitty…

… she barks whenever she heard PETER’S VOICE – and with his-mother sleeping for her nightshift… he had to-WAKE-UP EARLY to-pacify the dog…

He threw the red-ball at the backyard… and the Belgian Malinois raced to retrieve-it.

He had TO BUY the ‘separate’ rubber-ball because he had ‘used’ Peter’s old tennis-balls before – and she ‘barks’ at the tenno as she ‘sensed’ his-twin’s scent on-it…

… just like him… his-dog too had ‘NO’ LOVE for the-devil living under the-same-roof…

She was an energetic-and-vibrant 2-year-old dog who wanted Paul’s full-attention – and disrupted his video-gaming as she playfully bite-on the ball that she ‘fetched’ for him to throw-back…

“… come-on, Kitty – gimme a-break – I’m in no-mood to ‘levitate-and-race’ and play-with-you…”

Paul immersed himself with video-gaming as it helped him to think-and-strategize ‘better’ – especially when he ‘encountered’ the Burning-man in the bathroom-mirror last-night…

… his-mother had wanted him to TALK ABOUT his-nightmares but he rather talk-about the ‘current-statuses’ of the Walker-house under PETER’S NAME – where the devil’s rich girlfriend’s uncle had ‘OPTIONED’ LAST-night…

He then thought ‘of’ Jane…

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JANE SLEPT-IN TILL 10 AM – did not want to wake-up during her last-day at the Hilton – Anthony had told her to ‘not’ to wake-up for buffet-breakfast… and order room-service if she’s hungry…

… she was depressed-too – as Jane ‘had’ a lot TO UNLOAD since Venus’ revelations of the last-night in the Dreamworld, where:

she was to-be ‘RAPED-AND-impregnated’ by a Roman-God, Apollo… whom Venus prayed-to – so-TO ‘CONCEIVE’ a Saviour-daughter who would-then ‘save’ the world she was TO FORGET her ‘soulmates’ that she was ‘cursed’ with – Peter-and-Paul

The blind-girl scoffed…

‘… damn-you-all…! The old-saying of, ‘when in Rome do ‘what’ the Romans-do’ doesn’t ‘apply’ here, Downunder – cos’ I have-freewill to decide-and-chose ‘whom’ I love!!!’

Jane decided ‘NOT’ TO TELL Paul of VENUS’ REVELATION – because it’s ‘NOT’ FAIR to him…

… where Paul had ‘won’ her-heart over-Peter – and, she doesn’t want Paul to ‘compete’ with a Roman-God too…

She was repeatedly-angry with Venus ‘who’ had interfered with her love-life with Paul – and made a ‘decision’ of ‘not’ associating with the Goddess-and-her cronies any-more…

Her stomach growled…

‘… forget breakfast… I ‘need’ a drink-now…’

… she had an unopen bottle of red-wine in her duffle-bag… and the ‘more’ she drank, the lonelier she was…

The blind-girl ‘needed’ to hear a human-voice… certainly ‘not’ Boyyo cos’ he’s artificial…

She thought of her 2 friends… her BFF, Alicia would-be busy at-the-moment – helping her mother at the hair-saloon on Saturdays…

So, she called the birthday-boy, Paul…

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KITTY BARKS DISTRACTED PAUL’S gaming in the backyard. Peter was coming-down the stairs in a hoodie – hearing him spew profanities before leaving the house on his-bike…

…his crippled-twin decided of going indoors after 2 hours of ‘playing’ with-both with his ‘dog-and-videogame’ outdoors…

He had a ‘cold’ 2nd-coffee from the coffee-pot – that sat on the kitchen-counter for a couple of-hours-ago, before he-wheelchaired to his bedroom…

… the game was so addictive and decided to do his homework tomorrow on a-Sunday. Levitating to his-bed and he continued playing-and-killing monsters, giants, and demons on the-console until…

…his-iPhone on the side-table rang… he saw the digital alarm-clock displaying –10:21 AM – before he answered…

It was Jane who had facetimed that morning…

… on her hotel-bed, the blind-girlfriend was drinking wine from the-green bottle – and she had-placed her-Samsung on a phone-stand so to-be handsfree…

Although he ‘disapproved’ her-drinking – but he was patient-and DID ‘NOT’ judge her…

“… I miss you, Pauly… I had a wonderful-time yesterday at your birthday-party, my-love…” She slurred…

“… I’m glad you came, dear – ‘we’ normally have our-birthday-dos among ourselves ‘since’ dad-passed away… but-mom made an-exception this-year…” Paul chuckled and replied…

“… we’ll be checkout from hotel tomorrow… dad-and-I would-be picking-up Piper on the way-home. On Monday after class, Ali would-be coming-over to study at my-place… why don’t you come-on over-too…?” Jane said as she took a-swig of wine…

“… err… I don’t think-so… my-mom ‘won’t’ let me…” Paul declined as he ‘knew’ the consequences…

“… Paul, ‘what’ happened yesterday – Terry’s dad came-over… THEN-WHAT…?” Jane asked…

It reminded Paul-of the-visitors – a topic he was ‘DYING’ TO tell-Jane…

…where for the next few-minutes he told of the-situation that house-deed was-now under Peter’s name – Jane was quiet as she listened-and-processed the adult-world’s legal-matters of the-Walkers-house…

The ‘more’ she heard of Peter’s name ‘mentioned’ – the MORE ‘BITTER’ was her-emotions of her ‘former’ soulmate – but-now…

… there was a NEW-PLAYER, APOLLO who ‘WOULD-BE’ entering her-life ‘soon’…

… Jane didn’t want to mention Venus’ revelations of her-Dreamworld to her-boyfriend – but had an inkling of ‘HOW-TO’ FOIL the Roman-Goddess’ plan…

“Pauly, can you do me a favour – I want to take you ‘somewhere’ IN MY-DREAMS – will you ‘follow-me’ tonight…?” Blind-Jane suggested…

“Whoa…is that-even ‘possible’ – yea, we did our ‘fair’ share-of-missions ‘before’ as the Defenders-of-Perth… but CAN WE GO ‘INTO’ each other’s dreams…? I ‘know’ that Peter could enter ‘both’ of our dream… but…” Paul doubted…

“… you got-to ‘trust’ me, Pauly – I think I KNOW HOW-TO do that…” She ‘was’ confident…

“… err… okay…”

“… it must ‘be’ tonight…okay, Pauly…? I’m blind… you come to the-Hilton – and ‘find-me… okay….?”

“… hmm… okay…”

Paul was scratching his-head… and was wondering if it was one of her talks in the state-of-drunkardness…

… but as her-partner-in-crime… he was ‘willing’ to trust-her…

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THAT SATURDAY NIGHT THE AURA-of-Jane came to the windowless bedroom… and woke-up snoring Paul from his-sleep… with his eyes wide-open and his-brains ‘half-sleep,’ he saw her yellow-glow in the dark-room…

… she was transparent and the crippled-teen saw ‘through’ her… at the alarm-clock at his side-table, displaying the-time – 3:11 AM…

“… huh… Jane… what…?”

“… I was ‘WAITING’ FOR YOU at the hotel – why didn’t you come…!?”

Paul had ‘no’ reply – as he had assumed her-invitation ‘earlier’ was a drunk-call…

“… I had to search for hours for your blue-glow all-over Perth…” The aura bickered…

“… err… sorry… I overslept…” Paul gave an-excuse…

“We should ‘go’ now – we don’t have ‘much’ time…” The aura grabbed his-hand…

… Paul saw ‘himself’ sleeping on the bed… as he ‘himself’ as a blue-force… with his hand dragged by Jane… and the 2 auras floated-away vertically thought the ceiling…

“Whoa… what’s the ‘hurry’ Jane…?”

… as he went-out through the roof of the Walker’s house – but-he did ‘not’ see the-outdoor night-skies… but travelled through a spiral-tube of the-cosmos…

-O-

They arrived at the Garden-Of-Eden’s gate without a single-thread of clothes on their body – but they-both were ‘not’ ashamed of their nakedness…

It was Paul’s first-time ‘visit’ there, although he ‘knew’ Peter had ‘been’ here-before – playing ‘hide-and-seek’ with Jane in HER-NIGHTMARES…

The 2 virgins walked in Paradise like Adam-and-Eve…

…but Paul felt-like Tarzan-and-Jane…

… Jane of the on the other-hand was gleeful – with a rendition of the Scorpion-ballad – sung to her by her-boyfriend… was-in her-head…

You and I just have a dream

To find our love a place

Where we can hideaway

You and I were just made

To love each other now

Forever and a day…

“Come! We must’ hurry…!” Blind-Jane dragged-him along as she-ran…

-O-

AFTER A-MOMENT the-exhausted youngsters collapsed and laid on soft-grass on meadow. Paul was fascinated-and-astounded by the place – although it was night-time, but the-utopia ‘glowed’ of brilliant-colours as he looked-around 360… where some of the colours were ‘not’ found-in-earth but-were existing there…

“… oh-my-God… this is SOO-BEAUTIFUL, Jane!!!” He exclaimed…

The blind-girlfriend just smiled and placed her head-on-his chest… as Paul marvelled at the colourful night-skies that was more stunning than the Aurora-Australis on-earth…

… he then saw a score-of-night-duty cherubs patrolling-and-circling in the-air…

“Whoa! Are ‘those’… cupids…!!?” Paul was flabbergasted of the existence of the celestial-beings in-the-realm…

“… yes, dear – they’re a ‘symbol’ of love…” She said and started to-kiss-him…

“… Pauly, ‘when’ we-both were in the South-Beach… it was the happiest-day of my-life… now, make-love to me…”

Paul stopped kissing her, as he ‘had’ a question…

“… err… wait a minute-Jane – didn’t we agree to-wait and-get-married first…?”

The blind-girl answered…

“… but ‘that’s’ of our-physical-selves in Perth to get married-and-have babies – but we ‘are’ in our-spiritual-selves over ‘here’… it’s ‘okay’ if-we make love-here…”

They reached their-consensus – and, continued kissing…

The platoon-of-cupids in the air SPOTTED THE ‘INTRUDERS’ in the vicinity – they flew-and-fluttered below…

… they ‘recognized’ Jane… BUT ‘NOT’ the other-human inbetweener…

Paul was on-top of Jane as they were kissing… saw them, and cried-out…

“INCOMING!!!”

“… huh, what…?” The startled blind-Jane responded…

“The cupids – they’re coming…!”

“… ignore-them… they’re ‘only’ friendly-babies… quick, make-love to-me…”

“They’re ‘armed’ with Hawkeye-arrows-and-catapults – and, they don’t seem happy…”

“Bad-Peeta Come! Bad-Peeta Come!”

The cherubs were ‘hostile’ as Paul’s FACE RESEMBLED his-twin – Peter-the-incubus – who had trespassed the Garden-of-Eden killing hundreds of cupids and wild-animals in the caves-and-jungle when he last-invaded, a week-ago…

“They’re coming! THEY’RE COMING!”

Blind-Jane was annoyed…

“Focus-on-me, Pauly – quick, make love-to-me…!”

“I cannot! I CANNOT focus…” PAUL cried…

The gang-of winged-baby-like creatures marched to the youngsters… one catapulted his sling-shot that ‘missed’ Paul’s head – the crippled-teen wanted to retaliate by using his superpowers… but HELD-BACK of ‘not’ wanting to hurt the mystical-toddlers…

“Fish-you, Paul – are you’re scared of some-babies…!?”

Paul tried to levitate to his feet… but he was held-tight from his-girlfriend below – while the rascal-cherubs attack him by pulling his-hair… kicking him… and one was playing ‘bongo’ on the teenager’s fat-bottoms…

“Arrggghh!!! STOP-IT, Y’ALL!!! I can’t take-it-any more…!” Paul broke-away from the-abuses…

Finally, Jane too was pissed-off and shot a fiery-blast from her-palm as a warning-shot – the explosion made the cupids helter-skelter… as they fled taking-off in-the-air…

“Why-you’re such ‘annoying’ babies…!? Fish-y’all!!! Did your-Mother-Venus send y’all to piss-me off-too…!!?”

The 2-inbetweener of the realm were quiet for a moment… and the levitating teenager then-spoke…

“… Jane… are you okay…?”

“… hmm… let’s go home…?”

“… can you give me a-minute – I need to-pee…?”

“… okay…”

“… need to find a tree…”

“… don’t go too-far…”

…Paul left in a-hurry, leaving his-girlfriend alone. Then, a-voice called from behind-her…

“Jane…”

“… huh… SIMY – is that-you…?”

The hologram in the likeness-of her doctor-mother moved ethereally towards-her… scolding the blind-girl…

“Why did you ‘come-here’ to have sex…? You’re defying the path of events of the Immaculate-Conception…”

“Hey! Look here – THIS IS MY-BODY… I have ‘freewill’ and can choose ‘whatever’ to do with it, understand…!!?” Jane initiated a shouting-match…

“You foolish-girl! You’re the ‘CHOSEN-ONE’ to-be the bride-of-Apollo – you should-be a ‘virgin’ to consummate His-daughter…!!!”

“What’s with being-a-virgin so-fishing ‘IMPORTANT’ TO y’all religious-freaks…?”

“Virginity signifies ‘purity’ – so that you would ‘NOT’ STAIN the seed-of-Apollo!”

“I told y’all and made-it clear that I don’t want to be ‘part’ of your schemed-cause – where is Venus…? I want TO TALK ‘TO’ HER-NOW…!!!”

“I’m the Holy-Spirit of Mother Venus’ Holy-Trinity – what you say’ to me is the same-as saying to her… ‘TALK’ – ‘what’ are you going to tell ‘Us’…?”

“I want-you busybodies-to ‘NOT’ TO INTERFERE with my-life ever-again – STAY-AWAY FROM ME… and my-Paul!!!”

The angry Jane walked-away – with the hologram saying…

“… go walk-away, you brat-child! But your-destiny had ‘been’ coursed in the Book-of-Destiny to-be the VESSEL OF OUR-SAVIOUR to-soon to-come… who save-mankind from destruction…”

“I don’t care – FISH-YOU ALL!!!”

-O-

Paul was relieving himself under a mango-tree. He heard a faint-voice echoing his-name from the nearby jungle… and he investigated. He levitated further into the mangrove and reached the Kabar-river where the old Tree-of-Knowledge was…

“… Paul… Paul…”

“… who are you – reveal yourself…?” The teenager responded…

He knew the distinct BABY-VOICE was coming ‘behind’ an-old apple-tree…

“… whoever you are – why are you-hiding…? Come-out…” Paul called…

The voice stopped calling… Paul crept-up behind the tree and was alert… to self-defend himself if there was any-danger…

… he chanced upon an oversized-toddler with tiny-wings – crawling to hide behind the-tree … the entity had eyes of human-and-animals on his back… and seemed frightened of-him…

“… why are you ‘hiding’ – and, WHO ARE YOU…?” Paul asked…

The cherub came-out…

“… I hid… I thought you would BE AFRAID of ‘how’ I look…”

Paul saw an-obese cupid with an-oblong big-head who was the same ‘size-and-weight’ as him-was… of over a 100-kilos – they both looked like…

… 2-Sumo wrestlers facing each-other…

“… don’t be-afraid – I won’t harm you… who are you… and how do-you know my-name…?”

“Paul son-of Solomon, I ‘know’ you-well… together with Jane – you ‘both’ are the Defenders-of-Perth…

“I’m Kerubiel by-the-way… the ‘keeper’ of the Garden-of-Eden…”

“… ooo… you ‘know’ Jane… hmm…”

“Yes-boy, we ‘met’ briefly ‘when’ she was last-here – she was ‘hiding’ from your-twin… I ‘protected’ her…”

“… err… thank you… nice to meet-you, Kerubiel – I should-be going…” Paul said and wanted to-leave…

“… wait-Paul… can you do me a ‘favour’…?”

“… huh… what…?”

“… I’m hungry… can you pick me some apples…?”

Paul saw the obese-cherub pointing at the few ripe-apples that was-hanging up-50-metres high-on the tree…

“… sure…”

The crippled-boy slowly levitated off the-ground… and rose-up towards the treetop – and, over there, he picked 3 apples before descending-back to Kerubiel… and gave it to-him…

“Thank you, Paul … so-kind of you…”

The hungry cherub devoured a plump-apple with the-juices dripping on his double-chin… and offered an apple to the ‘visitor’…

“… eat… eat…”

… but Paul declined…

… knowing his Catholic’s Sunday-school teachings – that Eve was ‘tempted’ by Satan to eat the forbidden-apple… and the repercussion of it-was the downfall of the ‘first’ man…

“… come… EAT IT, Paul…”

“No… thank-you, I’m ‘not’ hungry…”

“Eat it, Son-of-Solomon – the nutrient of God’s apple is that the-Knowledge that you’ll get... the-Knowledge OF ‘DEFEATING’ YOUR-twin who is possessed by the Evil-one … here-come, TAKE IT…”

Paul was ‘tempted’ at first – but still rejected-it as it was engraved in his Christian-dogma that...

... ‘when in-Eden… don’t eat the apples’…

“…err…no, thank-you…” Paul refused the 2nd-time…

“… give it TO JANE then – it would ‘help’ her… as Peter is still ‘haunting’ her in her-sleep – the-apple would be A ‘SUBSTITUTE’ to her ‘bad’ habit of drinking-wine, don’t you think-so, Paul…?”

Paul thought for a-moment – BEFORE ACCEPTING THE-FRUIT…

“… okay, I’ll GIVE TO HER… thank-you – and good-bye…” Paul then-left…

“… I bid you good-luck in your-future endeavours in Perth-earth… both of you The Defenders-of-Perth are doing a good-job Downunder…”

-O-

Paul levitated-fast to ‘where’ he-last left his girlfriend – but Jane was no-where to be found…

‘… did she ‘leave’ before-me…!? I DONNO ‘HOW’ to go-back home…”

The crippled-teen tracked his-way back… and heard angry-voices from-above…

“Bad-Peeta – GO! – no-come-back!!!”

The hurrying Paul cranked his-neck to the band of hostile-cupids circling the night-skies like vultures…

… that the-band had ‘PREVENTED’ him from ‘making-love’ to Jane…

“Yea, I’m going, you-scamps … and I’m ‘not’ returning here ever-again – and by-the-way, you bunch-of-Magoos… I’M PAUL… ‘NOT’ PETER…!!!”

-O-

He found Jane waiting at the entrance-gate of the garden… he rushed to her – she was still ‘moody’…

“Why you take so-long – where did you-go…!!?”

“… err, I met someone… remember Kerubiel…? He ‘claims’ to know-you… he gave this-apple… he told-me, if you ‘EAT’ IT… Peter would ‘not’ disturb you-again…”

Jane slapped the red-apple off his-hand…

“… and you ‘believed’ him …!? I DON’T TRUST that cohort son-of-Venus… you should ‘NOT’ TOO…!!!”

The annoyed-Jane was scurrying-ahead to the-exit leaving the befuddled boyfriend behind… Paul picked-up the apple from the-ground and stepping up to catch-up to her…

“… wait-Jane… listen to me – what-if ‘eating’ THE-APPLE WORKS… then, Peter won’t bother-you ‘again’ in your-sleep…”

“NO! I CAN TAKE-CARE of myself…”

Paul grabbed the blind-girl’s hand to-halt-her…

“… yes, no-doubt about-it, you can… but I won’t have a piece-of-mind – DO IT ‘FOR’ ME, then… if you ‘LOVE’ ME…”

“Fine-then…!!!”

Grabbing the-fruit, she bit the apple… munching-it – and threw the rest of the-apple away…

“Let’s go – I DON’T WANT to spend another fishing-minute in this place…”

She pulled Paul’s hand and scurried to the waiting ‘transport-portal’ – that took the youngsters to-their-sleep in Perth-earth…

Nearby, was the cherub-Kerubiel who had ‘spied’ on them as he too ate his-own apple… then-the hologram of SIMY appeared-and-asking him…

“Did you ‘switch’ the apple…?”

The obese-entity chuckled-as he nodded…

“… yes, O’ Holy-Spirit, I ‘DID’ – and the Blind-virgin ‘BIT-AND-ATE’ it… hehehe….!”

“… I’ll take the ‘GOOD-NEWS’ to Mother Venus – TO ‘CONFIRM’ that Jane’s IMPREGNATION BY the seed-of-Apollo WAS A ‘SUCCESS’…”

The hologram ‘vanished’ with… Kerubiel was-alone SINGING PRAISES…

“… Blessed-be Thy-Name, Virgin Jane… and Blessed-be THE ‘FRUIT’ of your-Womb…”