McAllister left the horse at the small yard outside of the city hall.There he learned there was no library in the city. He asked for and received acce...s to a map, for a piece of silver. The same piece of silver also netted him a sheet of vellum and the use of a stick with a lead tip. Almost immediately after asking, he felt as if he were under study by one unseen, though a quick scan of the environs showed nothing suspicious, and no one near. Still, the feeling did not dissipate. McAllister was. Pretty much in that order, too. My kids come first, then my husband Brian, then my job. My own needs were ranked a distant fourth, about even with doing housework and regular visits to the dentist.Pretty gloomy, huh? Actually, for most of my marriage I didn't mind. I ranked things in that order because I wanted to. Nobody forced me. The kids were happy, Brian was happy, I was happy.Until about three years ago. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized I was approaching forty and I still. " So, I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, expecting the gentle peck like she had given me so many times before. Instead, she covered her mouth over mine and gave me this long, very passionate, wet kiss - for a moment I dreamed I was kissing my boyfriend, and how warm, and sexy his kisses were - then I came to my senses. I opened my eyes and gasped, "Auntie Sharon, what was that?!?" "Oh, I guess I had too much to drink too," she laughed. "You just look so beautiful and sexy lying there, I. Billy moved between me and the table and fingers looped into the elastic waistband of my skirt. I braced my legs closely together in an attempt to protect myself, but this only made it easier for him when both my skirt and my thong were abruptly whipped over my hips and down my legs. In seconds, he had reached down and forcibly lifted each foot in turn until he had my clothes in his hands. Billy tapped Tim on the shoulder and he released me. “Come on, let’s see her tits.” My arms were raised.