It was pearl in color with gold trimming around the top and bottom, and was shaped like an egg. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like tha... before,” Amber said, leaning in to inspect it. In the middle of the egg-like object, between the trimmings of gold, there were markings which looked like writing of some sort. The writing wasn’t in any standard alphabet she had seen before. It looked to her more like some ancient Egyptian kind of language. She was by no means an expert on language or. That’s all Hosea and I can hope for.’ ‘Well,’ I asked timidly, ‘Could Hosea come to my apartment on Christmas Day and see our Christmas tree—if we manage to get one?’ ‘Oh, no, I’m sorry, Raul,’ Hosea’s mama said. ‘Hosea isn’t well enough to leave his room.’ She turned her face to the wall, and I finished my cake and left after whispering my good-byes and my Christmas wishes for her and Hosea. That evening, Papa gathered Mama and me around the kitchen table and, with much ceremony, opened the. " Great idea, let's get started right now." I got on the bottom and she got on top. We began our sexual attacks on each other. I continued the cunnilingus like I was performing earlier, but Tara's mouth found my manhood. She was a starving creature that had found her favorite treat. Her mouth engulfed my cock and swallowed it down to the base. Her teeth raked over the sides of my shaft, producing a superb amount of exquisite agony. Her nibbling produced a feeling of pure pleasure. I was hanging. Yet here I am learning more magic, learning how to fight, and making plans to travel across the land, possibly leaving a trail of children behind me. In search of what? Power? I’m a farmer I’ve never desired power. To fight oppression? Our King hardly knows we exist down here in the middle of nowhere, as long as he gets his taxes he couldn’t care less about Tilsen. Women? I could spend the rest of my life here with you Ikuno and be perfectly happy. Money? I’ve never lusted after money the way.