"A black lace garter. That was all it is. It isn't any different than any other black lace garter, except it is. I held it tenderly in my hand fearing that I might somehow lose its magic if I treated it as an ordinary piece of lingerie. Of course, there was a woman behind the magic. There always is; a woman and a place in time. She was special. They always are special if they've woven the magic into something like this garter. As I held it I smiled faintly. Her name was Emily." So begins the latest story by G. King, a story of a young, nineteen year old man and the mother of his best friend. They became lovers due to tragedy and his life was never the same. Forgetting her was never an option.