'The dear girl, in the extremity of her salacious lust, gave me such excessive pressures with her great power in that way that I felt nerved at once t... further efforts, and after a few pushes more in her delicious cunt, I suddenly withdrew and plunged into the smaller aperture of her stupendous arse. She met my plunge with a backward push, so that belly and buttocks met with a shock most exciting.'Ah! That is it, darling Deutz, you know my arsehole is for you alone. His Royal Highness the Duke. Instead of heading to the cafeteria patio tables, — which conveniently circled an eerie-lighted bell tower. Perfect for writing. — I walked to a coffee shop, Bongo Java, down the street from my apartment. It was a small house with a large patio notorious for being frequented by high school and college students wanting liquor from the gas station next door. All of whom were chased away by the coffeehouse owner, except for the legal ones, who he sat and drank with. In a sense he chaperoned the. .. and it had cost her not only him, but a majority of her dwindling self-respect. If I’d only appealed to his nobility. To his kindness. And without that thrice-damned vial!Flinging her armor across the room, she fumed at her self-pitying foolishness. I’ve no time for this. There’s no purpose to it, either. All my hopes rode into the mountains without me, and the paths left to me are no less dark. There’s only... “Lady Éowyn? You have a visitor.”Weakness obscured the focus of her glistening. ”Luisa stepped into the sick bay, nodding to the sentry posted outside. Charlotte Evans, the ship’s sole medical technician, held a spoonful of applesauce in front of the young girl from the shuttle. She stared wide eyed at Charlotte, not even looking at the proffered food. “Has she tried to speak yet?”“Not a word,” Charlotte sighed as she sat back on a small stool. “Derek and his people figured out the ‘popsicle box’, as they termed it, four hours ago. The fact that she’s awake and alert is.