Briefly. It was a story that I did not like to relive myself. ‘Life adds and adds to us until our bodies cannot take more,’ she said, stirring the...little ball around the mug by a chain attached to a silvery ring. ‘So it seems,’ I said, more tired at that moment than I had been in a week. ‘This will help,’ she said, holding the mug to my lips. ‘Be careful, it’s quite warm.’ I sipped. The infusion was tasty, sweet, without being sugary. Though it was hot, I found myself wanting to drink more.. That last bitch must have poisoned me with her quim. To think I was so nice to her, giving her an extra copper and a kiss. May the gods shrivel her snatch and anvil her anus with painful pustules of pus. Ahgg!"Stefan had heard it before, and was neither impressed nor looking forward to weeks of complaint, "Your masterful poetry is wasted on the beasts of the field. Maybe a healer in Sardaford can give some relief, but until then, you will have to bear the pain." Healer?" Gregor snapped. "You. Ms Smythe, her face a deep scarlet, switched off our light and left our dorm making her way down the corridor through the fire door towards her own room at the far end of the block. The other girls dutifully followed her. As soon as we saw the crack of light from the automatic corridor lights disappear from under the door. We both turned on our bedside lights again and jumped out of bed. Having prepared everything in advance it was seconds before we had our two beds pushed together, forming. Thirty days without one probably hadn’t done their firmness much good, but it felt so nice to have them loose and unbound. Now the lace seemed to dig into my flesh, the straps creating red marks after only a short time. The silk of the stockings felt cool and luxurious on my legs, almost soothing on my knees. The shoes however, were the worst. After being barefoot for so long my arches screamed in agony at being forced to bend and stretch to accommodate the high heels. The balls of my feet also.