My friends call me Meg, at least they would if I had any friends. I won't go off telling my life story on here, it's too cliché, but basically I'm just a damsel in distress who can take good care of herself. I'm a big tough girl, I tie my own sandals and everything. I know how men are, they think "no" means "yes" and "get lost" means "take me I'm yours". I can see through farm boy acts in a Peloponnesian minute. I've sworn off manhandling. I have 'weak' ankles and a terrible fear of heights. I no longer work for Hades, and Herc and I are
living happily with Pegasus on a suburb of Thebes.