I quizzed traders, whores, priestesses, governor's wives, and all manner of others. I had people pass on to me such minor things as the price of grain...in northern Gaul and the price of shoe leather in the farmer's markets along the Appian Way. Others told me the gossip they heard in the marketplace or on the wharves in far off ports. I heard more nonsense and scurrilous rumor than any three people. As I had for Her, I took what I heard, sifted through it, compared one with another, and passed. “Thank you, Logan.”“You are most welcome,” he replied in a distracted voice. Focused as he was on his needle project, Logan did not look up. If he had, he might have seen on her face the emotions Karen was feeling and realized how much she had meant every word.Logan had, quite literally, swept her up and out of the endless nightmare that had been her entire existence ever since her death in the real world. Where there had only been pain, now there was pleasure. Loneliness and fear had been. But Rosalita was curious. Very curious. And I intended to satisfy her curiousity. "How different can it be, recieving oral sex from a woman instead of from my husband?" she might have been thinking. Rosalita, Rosalita...you have no idea what you've been missing.Sitting on the floor between her legs, I massaged her feet. I was so hungry to taste her pussy, but she needed time to get over the initial shock of her first sexual encouter with another woman. Her hair was all messed up from our. From the way they had told me, they just did it – let it happen – when the situation arose. For myself, I knew I would like to do it – like the girls – enjoy doing it with my mouth, per se, but I had a big hang-up about the homosexuality, a much bigger one, apparently, than about breaking the taboo of doing it with my sister. ‘Would you do it?’ Martha asked. ‘A real big hang-up. I don’t think so, despite admitting that I’m curious from hearing you and her say how much you like to. ‘Um-hmm,’.