Find a deacon, I was to say, though then I remembered that Ban-Den can judge."Looking sour at the prospect, the short man nodded once. McAllister hand...d the stick to Ban-Den, and immediately the air began to feel electric, tension ramping rapidly, the sudden potential for violence raising hairs on McAllister's neck.Ban-Den grimaced, and his right hand began to shake, and moments later smoke rose from his hand as he trembled, a look of terrible concentration on his face. Moments passed, then he. "Are you married?" Stacy asked him and the soft lilt in her voice drew a sharp look from Wren. "I'm sorry. Was that rude of me?" No," Wren cleared his throat. "I'm ... No, I'm not married."He held up his left hand, wiggling his fingers and apologizing for his bachelorhood by way of a chuckle. It had been his habit for some years, since he'd turned forty at least, and it most often brought sympathetic nods and knowing smiles in return. But not this time."Good for you," Stacy held her drink high. How old are you anyway? 23?" "Twenty-two," I lied. I was 27, but my baby face never has shown my real age, and I figured the lower the number, the better it would make her feel. She moved one hand up to my crotch and rubbed my bulge, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with the other. I reached over and gently squeezed her firm breasts. I noticed that her nipples were hard, jutting out through the fabric of her dress. I also noticed how many people there were walking down the sidewalk. "Never mind. She shoved Wilhelm onto his back and squatted down over him, aligning her anus with his wide-open mouth. ?FIVE?Kurt lay in the darkness where Elke had left him for he knew not how long. Eventually he rose to his knees and tried to look around but the blackness was absolute. He waited longer. Then there was a faint glow from somewhere, increasing in brightness only gradually. After.