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The First Time Steve Showed Up
And Lucas thought he would be all alone
Lucas backed the medium-sized rental truck into the small parking area near the house he had recently purchased. The last time he had crossed state lines to move everything he owned fit into the back of a pickup truck. Now he had to rent a moving truck.
Getting out of the cab of the truck, Lucas intentionally froze as his feet touched the dirt and gravel on the ground. He stopped all thinking and put all his attention on his feet. He had on white tennis shoes and socks so it was not a direct ‘kiss of the earth,’ so to speak, but he could feel the energy passing between the ground and his feet. Taking a deep breath, Lucas luxuriated in the feeling of planting his feet on land that he actually owned. It was sublime. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before.
After a rather long moment he walked to the back of the truck, unlocking the padlock and rolling up the back of the truck. He then pulled out the ramp that enabled him to walk right up into the back of the truck. Before he could take so much as a first step up the ramp, though, he was startled by a man walking to the back of the truck.
He was a young man, perhaps in his mid to late twenties. He had unkempt blonde hair that cascaded in curls down almost to his shoulders. Near-invisible…
