On my way there I stopped in my grandparent’s room. It was much less dusty considering it had been where they had lived out the last few weeks of th...ir lives. The bed was neatly made and the curtains were pulled aside to let in sunshine. I was sad for a moment, remembering the fond memories, and then I moved on to the guest room. It was also not as dusty because the nurse who had watched over my grandparents had slept there. The bed was also made up, and the bathroom that was connected was. Even today, regardless that Gates had given up his untamed ways, a lot of men still gave Durango a wide berth when they saw him coming.Durango's face was hidden by the shadow of his large black hat, but his pale eyes still showed the anger bubbling inside of him. "Why do you want to see Lucas?" The sheriff asked with trepidation. The sheriff had heard most of the stories about Durango and he was glad he never had to deal with finding out how many of the tales might have been true. If just a. She is only like the wood we use in our fires to warm ourselves. The wood is not noble, but it has it purpose.??Humph.?In the end, Sani agreed. And so it was decided that a mass ritual was to be staged. And that Abigail was to be used as a vessel in this ritual. There was no one to tell her what they were going to do to her. No one spoke her language. She had been living for months in an alien world. She had learned a few words, but she was not fluent. Because of this she had retreated. Averting his gaze from my panties, he said: "Sure. Which way is the bathroom?" Straight along the corridor. Mind if I join you?" In the bathroom?" No, sweetie, in the shower."He knocked back the red wine, as if to fortify himself. "Sure. That would be nice. I've never... taken a shower with a lady before." Oh, how I adored being called a lady! I took his hand and led him towards the bathroom."Follow me. This is going to be fun!"First, I did pee-pee, squatting on the toilet in front of him. He.