During the past month, all had been dropped by their boyfriends,
and all had discovered that the reason was...
...that their former boyfriends had become obsessed with an online GODdess, and were now devoting their lives to serving Her - spending their days (including weekend days) working hard to earn as much as they could so that they could send lots of generous financial tributes to Her Perfect Self, and spending their evenings on their computers worshiping Her beauty and Her power. This GODdess-obsession was so complete that there was no time in their lives, and certainly no money either, for any woman other than the one they now so desperately and intensely worshiped and adored - GODdess Valentine DeVille.
The women had spent this evening trying to console each other, and trying to find some fault in the woman whose incomparable beauty had bewitched the men who had once been theirs. They each had brought a picture of the GODdess with them - to look at and to be the focus of their anger. What did She have that they didn't have, the asked each other? Was She really so much more fascinating and attractive than they were?
But by the end of the drink-filled and tear-filled evening, they had reached the point of finally being truthful and honest with each other - had reached the point of admitting openly that, in fact, The GODdess really was a woman of such beauty and power that no man could be blamed for falling completely under Her spell. And ultimately, THAT was the only consolation they could be left with - the consolation that came with accepting that neither they, nor any other woman that they knew of, could possibly compete with the power that GODdess Valentine's divine and timeless beauty gave Her over men.
