................................................................................ That evening we met as arranged at the restaurant. A glass or two of...Chianti and a meal soon had us laughing and chatting away as if we had been friends for ages. We were both relaxed and finished the bottle of wine. Neither of us was driving and I suggested she come back to my place for a coffee, “They make terrible coffee here.” I said. “You won’t get to sleep for hours after one of them.” Then Karen dropped a. “I remember walking in with Leila but then everything became a blur,” Carol thought.She walked hurriedly out of the hangar, looking for Leila.“I have to find Leila. She has a lot of explaining to do about what the hell is going on here.”***It didn’t take her long to find her sister. Leila’s moans of pleasure could be heard from far away.“God! Now she is fucking one of the caterbugs. What the hell is wrong with her?” Carol exclaimed.As Carol walked closer, she soon realized that her heart was. BARONThe truth?ATTHISAdmit it or die.BARONYou can't be serious.ATTHIS makes to release the arrow.BARONFine, fine. I'm not really a baron. Happy now? Please move thatthing...ATTHISI was not entirely truthful with you. This isn't just a place I huntforrabbits. This is the sacred grove of the virgin goddess Artemis. Doyou knowwhat happens to men who dare enter the sacred grove?BARONThey are greeted warmly and there is much drinking and dancing?ATTHIS(forgetting herself for a moment.)No,no.. ‘Maria, I knowyou’re enjoying this. I can tell by your breathing.’ Maria was truly breathing hard, both from struggling and from being aroused. Tim untied the belt on her robe and opened it, revealing her white bikini panties. His left hand left her breast and moved down to her waist and then even lower. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. Maria protested, ‘No, Tim, please, please stop! Please don’t do this to me! Please don’t put your hand in my panties. Don’t touch me.