“Open it, and you shall see,” Merlin replied with a grin.Lifting the lid, Dave now gazed upon a small, silver statue of a dragon, clutching a blue...stone in its claws.“Wow…”“I wish to see if my friend likes you, David. Pick him up, if you please.”Dave gave a look of confusion. Was Merlin suggesting this statue was a living being? Still, he did not protest, and reached his hand into the box. As his fingertips touched the dragon, his question was soon answered. The dragon seemed to come to life,. She could not share the pain of being a widow with anyone, so she had to grieve for him in silence, by staring into the darkness and allowing tears to run down her cheeks.When the weather started to warm up towards the end of March, Danka wrote note to Zanktia informing her handlers that they would have to find her another assignment. There was no way she would tolerate staying with the nuns over the summer. She expected the answer to be no; that she’d have to stay in the house indefinitely.. Then it was Janice's turn. Her appearance on the stand caused just as big a stir as Helen's did. The bidding got off to a good start, but bogged down at a thousand dollars. Then from the back of the room came a booming "Eleven hundred." When no one topped that offer I saw Janice look beseechingly at me and I knew what she was thinking - "Save me!" - was written all over her face. The bidder in the back of the room was Jason North.Some explanation here. Janise is Southern born and bred. Her. I smiled to myself.I let her sleep at the foot of the bed that night and I drifted off to sleep nervously hoping that my plan would not backfire. In the morning I check to make sure she had conformed to the ‘no panties’ rule and that she had the pot of balm in her bag and then sent her off to work. I lingered at home for a while before getting in the car and driving off to my own job. I was excited about this evening and what she would report back to me.**Sherri’s Tale.I was terrified when I.