At a much earlier time the back and forth was for certain and intended. He'd not made their fortune.She'd judged her husband that he would.Fortune mad... he could and would never get past The Crash and subsequent conflagration as 1929 turned into a decade of suffering the magnitude quite immeasurable. He'd tried to explain his belief and fears, but, she did not understand. She'd been born to unaffected privilege. "Doll, you worry too much." Kay." As he folded The Wall Street Journal.But, she'd. I spotted Captain Current. The undine was a gorgeous woman made of rippling water. She was bountiful. Just an amazing delight to look at. I was thrilled to walk over to her and enjoy her.“Lord Kurtis,” she said, her eyes flicking over me. I could feel her lust for a male. A daughter of Las, she craved my seed. “Do you desire something from me?”“Desire,” he said.“You left a lot of cum in your mother’s pussy,” she said. “Do you desire me to clean her up?”“Sure,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.. . a woman’s shoulder. She’s kissing him. Standing on tiptoe. High heels. Long dress catching and reflecting the light, accenting her shape beneath. Stark contrast against the shiny blackness of his suit. Mix in cobalt. The pavement is wet, reflecting back their distorted forms. Light on darkness. Behind him a shadow arises. Sinister. Threatening. Indistinct. His own fears? Betrayal.It was past midnight when I cleaned my supplies. I’d done it again—let my emotions take me into the canvas. This. Lissa at last helped Marie to stand and handed her her pants to pull back on, though the girl almost seemed reluctant to cover herself again. A born exhibitionist, I exulted to myself, seeing this minor display of emotion on the lovely young woman's face.I returned to my own seat, and only then became conscious of the degree to which my own arousal was now flagrantly tenting the suddenly much-too-small towel around my waist. Given what I'd just subjected Marie to, however, I felt like it would.