Graffiti covered the walls in colorful sayings with words spelled in different and interesting ways.Most of the buildings in the area had graffiti. So...e was even artistic enough to be interesting and she stared at it as they drove slowly through the neighborhood. But some of it was in bad taste. Big white letters on the side of a church, sprayed across beautiful stained glass windows shocked her the most, proclaiming that "God is dead, Rico rules!"They ushered her inside the small house, her. There had never been anyone else but her.Afterward, we lay together in the darkness, on my single person bed, wrapped in each other's arms. My tears came then, unexpected. Arden held me as great heaves of grief and loss, long buried, bubbled to the surface."I'm sorry," I said quietly, after they subsided.She rubbed my arm. "Don't be."After a moment, she said, "We passed through Jampe on our way to the eastern front, and it had been burned to the ground." She paused, and I felt her struggle to. This sensual arousing dance that made her husbandashamed of himself, and she would seduce him. She would go into his room at nightwhile he read and dance for him.* * *Gabriel shifted his weight and tore his gaze from the exotic woman. He was consumedwith lust and would have to repent, but not here. A small voice told him he could slakehis needs with his wife, be he refused. His faith was stronger. Just because he admitted heneeded the fleshly desire to have a wife, didn’t mean he would toss his. “Go ahead, you’ll like it. I promise.” He assured her.The young teen slowly reached out and touched it. It was soft and warm. Intrigued, she wrapped her hand partially around it, but was not able to bring her thumb and fingers together.“Just do what your sister is doing.” The cabana boy encouraged.She started slowly jacking it up and down first with one hand, and then both as it slowly grew. The teenager was amazed by how fun it was to see and feel this happen. Cocks were a lot more interesting.