An hour later, the dawn still far away from the dreams of most people, the house is still dark and silent.In the bedroom, the sheets are brushed tight...across the bed, the pillows fluffed.In the bathroom, the towels are folded and left in the hamper. The pile of clothes no longer spoil the pristine floor.In the kitchen, the counters are bare and the sink is empty and clean.In the living room, a toppled potted plant is set upright and the scattered soil is in a bin.The smattering of broken glass. He cleaned me with his mouth after he ejaculated inside of me, and I cleaned his massive meat.I don’t want to bore you by describing the three times those men fucked me, with resting and more drinking in between. At the end of it all, Clint said, “Let’s heat up some water so you can wash up. We can’t have you going to bed like this with Jason possibly coming back tomorrow. And besides, I want you to sleep with me tonight, and I might just have to fuck you one more time.”Clint did fuck me one. ‘Ar’t angry still?’ ‘How can I not be angry?’ Vadya demanded but his face as he turned round was forlorn not angry, ‘suddenly finding an el Maien van Sietter in my troop, brother of the man who defeated us at Shier Bridge, an officer himself of Fourth Sietter, the very troop that decimated Fifth and Ninth H’las so horribly?’ ‘Tashka is no spy,’ Pava said, sitting on the wall beside him. ‘I know,’ Vadya replied. ‘He has defended my honour and even saved my life but why did you put him in my. "Do you know New San Antonio Rose?" asked Grannie."You mean the one by Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, Grannie?" I asked.Grannie sang,"Deep within my heart lies a melodyA song of old San AntoneWhere in dreams I live with a memoryBeneath the stars all aloneIt was there I found beside the AlamoEnchantment strange as..."She stopped. Grannie is one of the Crane Girls ... they have perfect pitch.I was playing right along with her. I stopped when she stopped. The look she looked was one of.