.. it was only until a year ago that a Peuchen was spotted in Amazon rain forest by one of our own. So few of the South American ... mythics ever made...it. Chalchiuhtlicue, Mixcoatl that was just found a week ago, Coatlicue, Camazotz, Vucub-Caquix, Cabrakan, Ixchel, Colel Cab ... if only there were more to help shape the Coalition ranks I believe tha...”He stopped, and his focus was driven to something else. He felt something terrible had just happened. It was not a sound, smell, or something he. ”Wayne turned to leave and saw me watching him. My presence must have spurred him to act more like the man, as he turned back to the door and had another go at entering. He pushed at the door and yelled he was coming in.“You enter this bedroom and I’ll not speak to you for a month. Now go to work, I may be ready to talk with you tonight,” Diane yelled at him.Wayne’s head slumped and he came slowly back out into the lounge and stood looking hopelessly at me.“God she’s moody. I haven’t had sex. "You don't want me to stop. You want more," he said. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her pajama pants down and off. "No, I don't. We need to stop," she said. But as his fingers found her wet pussy again, her back arched and she sighed loudly."Ok...I'll stop...," he said, sliding his fingers inside her. "Now? You want me to stop now?" he said, moving them in and out, slowly. "No...no," she said. Her legs opened more, she bit her lower lip, rocking her hips. "See...that's not so. ‘That’s not me,’ I said suddenly, gesturing to the drawing Miles was still holding. ‘That’s you, Cassie,’ he replied firmly, still sounding amused. ‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘I mean, maybe he thought he was drawing me, maybe he meant to draw me. But I don’t look like that.’ ‘Cassandra,’ Miles said in exasperation. I looked up, startled. ‘This is you. I’ve seen you in practically that exact pose, asleep. It’s you.’ I bit back my protest, seeing the honesty in his face. I looked at the sketch again,.