I told her I didn't want to talk about it,but she persisted and I promised to tell her about it later. She cameover that night and I unloaded. She a...tually took it a lot better thanI thought she would, being that she thought I was having a nervousbreakdown, or thought it was all metaphorical. Regardless, we dranksome wine and I told her every detail.I felt a lot better, and she spent the next few weekends with me so Iwouldn't be by myself thinking about all the bullshit.It was a saturday. She now had nothing on but a sheer revealer that showed her dark tips clearly. "Let's do it in the shower," she whispered. At once she turned and led me down the passageway.My gaze descended quickly to her broad, near-bare bim--and then to something most remarkable beneath. Until that moment I had not doubted that Cygnette was really a girl. Now I saw that her "lingamette" was sticking out beneath her bim, beneath suspicious-looking twin baggy globes as well--and Cygnette's "lingamette" was. “Though you look like you could use some excitement in your life.” He added on, and though I wished to speak back, he cut me off with a third statement. “I might just have the gift for you, one you hopefully use to your full benefit.” He continued, pulling out a book from his cloak to hand to you.As you pick it up, you notice that it is extremely old, made entirely of leather with the exception of the pages themselves. The cover was studded and held the sigil of a dragon in the dead center of. We would be attending a record number of weddings every weekend until our own. I still hadn’t discussed the honeymoon with Kyle and I decided that would be on our agenda for dinner conversation when he got home.When I got up from the desk in the office, I went into the kitchen to discuss the dinner menu with our chef. He had a lovely menu planned and I had absolutely no arguments or suggestions. As we were finishing up, I was ready to get pampered and ready for Kyle’s return home.I turned to.