A women walks past and accidentally bumps into me. excuse me she says. She looks so familiar, her dark hair and eyes mesmerize me. excuse me, but do I...know you? I ask. She looks at me and instantly I know she remembers. sorry, I dont think so. Perhaps do you know my ex husband? what is his name? Mikashi Takanori Mikashi? I asked. do you know him? umm..yes..yes were close friends oh, well It was nice meeting you. Im Shikashi and this is my son Tashinaku wow, we have the same name. Im Tashinaku. ' She thought. 'And so understanding.' Like all the villagers, she'd had her reservations about the new vicar, but he'd filled the parish with a new joy since his arrival - he'd made a considerable impression on the ladies with his beautifully spoken sermons and always had time for everyone. She stopped by the altar rail, peered through the open door to the rectory, and was about to call his name when a low sound gave her pause for thought. 'Was that someone in pain?' She wondered, looking. I wrap my hand up her back and push up to meet her a little bit at a time. It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm and we’re pushing and grinding against each other and I’m losing all control as I hear Marta groan in excitement. I don’t know what my face was doing when Marta takes it in her hands and proceeds to declare my tongue hostage in her mouth. I move my hand to the back of her head and retaliate by pulling her hair back a little and slamming my hips into hers hard. We’re bucking. Some few, such as Doorknob and Doorbelle, devoted all their time to growing stronger in hopes to one day surpass their sister, but it never ended differently. Every ten years the sisters would hold a competition to see who was the strongest, and Titania would always win so absolutely they began to form a second bracket for all the remaining participants. Many were ranked rather than a winner on who came closest to Titania, and rivalries became intense amongst those beneath the mightiest of.