I looked up from his pant tops up into his eyes, smiled as I as oureyes locked in complete understanding of my role, and slowly dropped tomy knees. As...I stared at the beautiful bulge in his trousers, I reachedforward with my hands to caress his hips and inner thighs. My head cameforward to gently kiss the bulge as I again turned my eyes up to hisasking for silent permission to continue.He nodded, and after again lightly kissing his fly to show my respect,I unzipped him and gently sought out his. I remembered that my grandfather had once tried to talk me into trying lungi. That day I somehow escaped from it, but today I seamed to have no escape routes. Aunty pointed to me the fully unfolded lungi and told “Here is it for you to try. I am sure that u will enjoy it” I could understood the full depth of her words later only.I reluctantly took the lungi from her hands and turned away from her and tried winding it around my waist over the burmuda. Aunty laughed at me and told “This is not. I can’t picture the wide plains of Rohan, nor feel the rhythmic undulation of a galloping horse, nor test the heft of a well-forged sword, nor breathe the freshness and promise of the free air, nor turn my face to the sun as it rises and sets. Faces and voices elude me. Friends, lovers, enemies ... even my beloved brother and fallen King ... are formless silhouettes and silent ciphers. Why can’t I remember what they look like?Éowyn had only two goals in her terribly constricted universe:. It wore a small loin cloth, not enough to cover the massive member beneath it. Its intestines had long blown from its bloated belly and had pieces of flesh hanging all over from it. It stepped off of its throne as all of the monsters surrounding it stepped back getting to their knees. The demons intestines lifted as if they had minds of their own. She slowly and timidly began to stand in full fear of the monster, its wings flapping once every few seconds.“I am Asmazok, Demon of the Forge,.