“You are strong! Stronger than I had initially thought, but you will not stop me! You will not take from me what is rightfully mine!” he roared an... with that, he brought his hands together, summoning a wicked-looking sword. It was easily as long Korsa’s own blade, but black, with a glowing red hilt and pommel. He charged at Korsa seconds later and their battle began in earnest.Their blades met, and the titanic clang reverberated throughout the mindscape. Both of them staggered back at the. She said American tourists were her favorites, because they treated her better than tourists from many other countries.Lamai said she hoped to save enough money to someday move back home, find a husband, and raise a family. I asked if she missed her family and village. She turned her face away from me and didn't answer for awhile. A little later, she turned back toward me and answered, "Yes." Then, even though she was smiling, I saw her brush a tear off her cheek.When we reached the floating. This was a historical landmark home. I rang the bell and a short Hispanic woman in a blue suit opened the door. She asked my name and I told her. She graciously asked me to come in. She showed me to a large room and asked me to make myself comfortable. Shortly, a tall, middle aged woman entered the room. I rose to greet her and she extended her hand to me. She indicated that we be seated. The Hispanic woman brought a tray of refreshments and left again.The woman introduced herself as Marjorie. I imagined those lips kissing me everywhere. My fingers slipped into my slit, and I felt myself growing wet there. His fingers were mine, rubbing against me. I let out an involuntary moan as I press harder against myself. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. “Claire, darling?” It was my father. “Your breakfast is ready.” I heard his footsteps walk away from my door. I pulled my fingers from me and bit my lower lip, wanting more. I slipped my chemise over my head then my uniform dress. I.