Someone exposed to less would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out body was now at death’s door. If she could just find some food or...water, she could continue on, instead of just relying of semen to quench her thirst.Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.Using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked body, forming a pile of white crust and thick slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her resolve. The dragon. It is just a couple of blocks from here, too. What do you think?” I ventured. “Oh, Johnny, she’d probably love it. She stays down in spirit and it might just be a blessing for her. Your mind works overtime, doesn’t it?” she quipped. “Not overtime, but too damned much, sometimes, I think!” I laughingly said. “Hey, it’s eight o’clock. Would you like to go and celebrate us meeting again after all this time? I feel like I have been liberated by your coming today,” I said, we'll get some good food. "It might be a late show," she added for good measure.He sighed. “If she calls, can you text me or something?”“Oh, yeah. Of course,” she replied. “I’m sure she’d call you first, though.”“Yeah, well, just in case.”“Sure. Have a good night, Mitchell,” Willow said and hung up.She heaved a heavy, loud sigh in the dark then rubbed her temples with her palms. Goddammit, Faith, she thought. A sourness turned in her gut from just speculating what her sister was up to.She fired off a text to her: “Call. " Don't worry, we won't bite you ... at least not so it hurts," Terry added.Mora smiled weakly, as if unsure where this was leading. But in truth knew exactly where it was leading. She shuddered on feeling Paul's hand on her calf. For his part, Paul leaned in closer to Terry, their lips scant millimeters apart."Are you going to kiss me?" She asked."Only if Mora wants me to," he said, and Terry giggled."Mora?" Terry said, after she stopped giggling, "Should we?"Paul's hand moved higher, roving.