Was that “love”? She had seen the same in Anna and Andy, even as they fucked on the reception desk before lectures each morning. Was that “love�...�? Alison’s parents had taught her that love was a fake – a chimera – a smokescreen for exploitation and abuse, the lynchpin of societal and religious hypocrisy, responsible for all the delusions of the pre-Enlightenment. But then, Alison remembered that look in her own parents’ eyes when they looked at each other. Their marriage was full of pleasure,. Why am I still here anyway? I am not beholden to you, I am leaving!"She allowed her fiery gaze to run briefly over the man and she moved to stand. The world swirled before her as her mind overloaded on the sensations of the moment. She felt his hands take hold of her upper arms and thrust her back into her seat. She winced as her head snapped backward and cracked against the wood paneling of the compartment's wall. The pain caused a bright flash of light, which temporarily blinded her. However,. ’ He smiled at Jill, and she felt quite relieved somehow. He apparently really didn’t hold all the to do against her. ‘Right. So perhaps I’d better go to town now. You will be alright?’ Jill nodded. The question didn’t seem strange. ‘I will,’ she said. ‘I will clean the front bedroom. Hopefully she hasn’t caused any damage, or taken things, but I don’t think so, actually. Have a nice day!’ ‘Same to you. See you this evening, then.’ ‘Yes. Will you be in late?’ ‘No, about the same time as. I could not help but follow what she said."Let your wing out let them stretch," her voice drifted through me, I did just that, she washed me from head to toe and tip of wings to the base it felt really good her hand soft and caressing."I finished, now you do me please." she asked.So I did just that. every thing she did to me I did to her, when I had finished she stretched out and flapped her wings and water shook off, my arm raised up to block the spray coming of her and my wing wrapped round.