He was barely concentrating on my words. Arching my back, my nipples pointed to the ceiling, hard and desperate for some attention. My movements exp...sed more skin, and more of my stomach and inner thighs became visible as I stretched my body into its sexual contortions.“Come get me,” I whispered, as I slid one hand into my top to cup my breast and the other into my shorts to tease my pussy. Before I’d even finished my words, he’d yanked his top off and jumped into bed with me. Holding my. ” I whisper-moaned. “Then, beg me not to stop” Sharon said as she smiled and locked eyes with mine. Having no choice: “Please don't s...stop” I begged.“Now kiss me” Sharon commanded. “What?” I gasped. Sharon gave me an “Oh come on now” look and said “You heard me. And make it sensuous.” again, having no choice, I kissed her and her tongue invaded my mouth. As we kissed her hand still kept up it's maddening pace, but keeping me on the edge of ecstasyMaybe feeling left out (and still. ”“Did he really?”“Yes. It’s a rather offensive poem called ‘The White Man’s Burden’. Someone cited it in a submission to the journal.”“Enough of that! There’s a space!”Gordy was already at a table ... alone.“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”“Thank you. I got a really super gift from my best spouse.”“What did the remainder of the harem gift you?”“That’s for me to know, papa.”“What was it?”“A copy of the new AND.”“That is nice. I was looking at a copy at Dymock’s last week. But it seems to have been. As far asstorage is concerned, the ideal place would be a stone tomb, if there isa crypt in the priory. In such a location, the document won't be exposedto light, or excess moisture."The next twenty minutes were dedicated to the study of images ofGroatswood Priory as it stood in the present day, and the selection of asuitable tomb, since fortunately the crypt was in a part of the buildingthat was reasonably well-preserved. That completed, Palmer repeated hisrequest for questions. Only one more.