FINE. ------------ Epilouge ------------ Love conquers all. Whether or not compelled by lust, or fate, or simply affection, love conquers all. but God of course IS love. -------------- "Felicia, do you love me?" Penelope looked into her lover's eyes, hers full of sincerity and trust. "I do Penelope. I do." Both laid down on the grass and soaked in the sun, happy that fate gave them the chance to meet and love; even if their love was full of lust. ----------