WHITE AS MILK (part 1)<br/><br/>The longevity of being a god had its effect on what surprised one.  Therefore, Dion didn't bat an eyelash at the young albino woman as she exited the elevator walked into the lounge.  As humans go, he figured she was on the attractive side.  The sad thing about albinos were the sensitivities to normal daylight for both the skin and the vision.  Like many uncommon people, she appeared to want to blend in and not be made a fuss over.<br/><br/>The forty-ish looking god had an air of vitality and a twinkle in his eye.  There were only a few streaks of gray in his otherwise dark hair.  Maybe he had a little paunch and a pair of love-handles, but Dion found himself interested in her.  He didn't know why The Fates had brought her into his club this night, but the god of wine would play his part.  He greeted her warmly.<br/><br/>"Welcome to my Lounge, Miss" said Dion.  "May I see your eye-dee?  After that, perhaps I can tempt you with some some of my vintages and potent potables?"  The wine god smiled.