Organization: Penn State University Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1993 15:03:52 EST From: Message-Id: <93083.150352MRM122@psuvm.psu.edu> Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative Subject: Trinity Leap, Afterword Lines: 38 I'd like to thank everyone who wrote with their praise and support of my story, it meant a lot to me. I especially wish to thank Terri Librande, whose gentle reminders to get the next parts posted inspired me to get them written. The story probably wouldn't have gotten finished if it wasn't for her. Thanks, Terri. I thought I'd also give you guys the "teaser" to my next story. Hope you like it. Marshall Ryan Maresca *************** The energies around Sam settled once more, and he found himself standing in a full bar, holding a beer. Everyone there seemed to be having a good time, and Sam decided to try and relax since he got the chance. The band playing, which consisted of accoustic guitars, violins and an accordian, was finishing up their song. "Take her in yer arms, and tell her that you love her, Take her in yer arms, and hold that woman tight, Take her in yer arms, and tell her that you love her, If yer goin' to love a woman then ye've got do it right." The crowd cheered as they finished up the song. The singer stood up and spoke with a think Irish accent, "Thank you, friends. But, really, I am merely a modest singer. The real talent is my good friend, Sean! Perhaps we can convince him to do a song or two for us?" The crowd cheered again, and parted opened, all of them looking at Sam. Sam looked up from his beer at the crowd staring at him. "Oh boy."