‘Well, my friend and I had been in a play that year, and one of the characters in it was named Mergatroyd. I figured that would make a good name for...a rat, and submitted it as my entry in the ‘contest.” ‘The next day at school, he called me into his class and told me that I had won the contest, and that the rat was mine! I couldn’t even imagine what my mother would do if I showed up at home with a rat, but it wouldn’t have been pretty.’ She shifts in the recliner, and I can tell from her eyes. Had she imagined her brief visit? How long could her body withstand the continuous orgasm? It was numbing her mind! Time was losing all meaning. All Lily knew was the laughing sprites milling about as they all took their turn in their abominable thirst for honey!Lily heard a voice through the heavy fog of her continued release. "I'm the last one, you wasted husk!"Her eyes focused, and she looked up a lovely Snowflake. At first she thought it was a child of five seasons, but to her horror she. “I like when you’re sassy,” she says.“Really? I’d assume you prefer it when I’m more malleable.”“On the contrary. I like how strong minded you are. It makes the way you submit to me that much sweeter.”I’m sure the other patrons in this restaurant can see the blush that just erupted all over my exposed skin.“Submitted,” I respond quietly. “Past tense.”She gives me a challenging look but doesn’t argue. “Tell me what else you’d like to know,” she says instead.“I assume you haven’t been celibate. Can I come in? I got a rather cold Yes. In reply. I entered my little sisters room, and saw her curled-up under her blanket. Mind if I sit here? I asked, sitting at the foot of her bed. Actually, could you sit here? asked Sasha, patting the top of her bed, nearer to her. I obliged, and placed my hand on her blanket. Look, Im really sorry that I yelled at you, but you cant do things like that: Im your brother, not your boyfriend. Sasha looked up at me, then hugged me. I lifted her up, and hugged.