The drive wasn't too long but for Sara sleep was overtaking her. Angie was completely fine and snoozing away. She envied this fact but loved it too, b...cause deep down Sara had always reserved a part of her heart just for Angie and the way she slept. As clich? as the word was Sara called her angelic. In any case it seemed to fit too.It was about 7 when she finally found a suitable motel she figured that the time would have been slashed had she made reservations but that amount of forethought. For chastity, it keeps my sex encased behind a snug, curved metal panel with just a tiny slot in it for bathroom needs. There?s no way I can get at myself at all ? and believe me, I?ve spent many nights trying.?She lowered her voice for the next bit, clearly embarrassed:?There?s a rod that runs up between my cheeks like a g-string and it has a ring around my erm, backside, so I can go to the toilet, you know? back there? Sometimes, Mark also uses me there - you know what I mean - to satisfy his. She’d fought off an entire pack of them, alone, all while protecting him – and then she’d found shelter, carried him there, and spent the rest of the evening collecting firewood and elfroot in the rain.He was never going to be able to repay her.Which just made him even more uneasy. He’d been fascinated by the beautiful bard from the start – not only her sweet voice and pretty face, but also her certainty and faith, her self-assurance and optimism even in the face of her apparent intimate. The other pedestrians flow around Fuller and the beggar girl, as if they were rocks in the middle of a stream, oblivious to their existence."You'll let me spit on you?" Only if you give me a dollar." Do you want me to spit on you?" You despise me, and for a dollar you can spit on me."The girl says these last words with a conviction that defies rebuttal. It is this last comment that causes Fuller to stop breathing. It isn't the words. The words are innocent. Spoken out loud on a street corner.