Detective Chief Inspector Lorenzo Herne cannot keep from smiling as he gazes out over the ramparts of the stone structure to the City streets and the ...now covered landscape below. He is no longer Lorenzo for a period of time. Several days, or so he has been told. Even better to simply think of himself as whomever he is now. Wait, he considers, who is he at this point? The hands before him are delicate, ladylike with colored fingernails of some coral tint carefully worked to be appealing.. Sighing, he stripped down to his boxers, and sat beside her. “ ... hey.”“My love.” She slipped her arm around him, and he reciprocated, sliding in closer until their legs touched, and he could hook his arm around her waist.They had a bit of time before sunrise, time to sit there, and talk about things. Except he didn’t want to talk about things. He didn’t want to talk about Julias, or the curse. He wanted to bottle it all up, sit on it, and brood. So, by this point, he knew he should talk about. I could feel her shaking with fear.I gently pulled her face up to look at me, “I made a promise to Pops and mother that I’d end him. I intend to carry through with that. If you are that scared then I will send you back to the village. I have already hurt him; yeah I know he’s mad as can be now. Armed with all I have learned I feel closer to ending him than he is to ending me.”Naci’s eyes went large then a determined look came over her face. “I don’t suggest you try to get rid of me. You might. “Sit up,” she said quietly. When he did she turned and bent over in front of him. “Slide my panties off,” she instructed. He did so, reaching up under her skirt with his free hand and finally managing to roll them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, she said, “Lean under my skirt and kiss my ass.” She wasn’t sure if his wife might have made him do this, but she wanted him to do it. And he did, kissing each buttock several times, close to her dark crevice. Surprisingly, the feel of.