"Oh my gods," someone gasped. Then I realized those three were no longerthere.Everyone was still in shock at seeing an actual 'Male' Gambichow, andthe...fact he took three females with him."Malissa, I am happy they are going to be safe, but we need to go," saidKasha."Go? Go where? What's happening?" I asked in confusion."He has chosen three mates," said Kasha. "We must go to Halcion." Shewas quickly joined by Tyrea and the other bond mate."They will be fine, they just need to be close by,". ‘But why do you do it? I know it is art.’ ‘I paint because it is art,’ he persisted, ‘art is the most immediate way to become close to others. Every stroke of paint, tells you who the person was, or what they felt or what they knew, anything and everything about them.’ ‘You sound so sure,’ I though back to the forest, and it saddened me. Perhaps I never knew him, the one I loved. I had never seen his art, there had never been a stroke of colour on his cheek to see. There was nothing to see. . It was also noted that a stream of lava was making its way toward the village. Though it would not be there soon, it would be there, and nothing could stop its slow advance. After a brief conference, it was decided to offer assistance if possible but first they would have to approach and determine if they would receive a hostile greeting. Yafa and Rania scrambled aboard the four-seat air car and dropped toward the village.When they were low enough, Rania yelled down until she was able to get. I was his whore, his whore of an employee, and I enjoyed this just as much as himself. Please don't let go of my head, Sir, I want to be closer, degrade me so much that I never even think to make another mistake again. These thoughts persisted, and before I knew it, he suddenly got up and shifted around, a firm hand was wrapped around my neck, his mouth on mine. Such a strong touch, he lifted me to my knees again, sticking his tongue down my throat, but I let him lead the kiss; it was always.