Finally, my arms were in as far as they would go. My fists were bunched at the deepest point in each. I turned my hands over and felt the round knobs ...f their cervixes, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers.This was the last straw for both. They both screamed into each other's mouth and they both came so hard that they almost kicked me in the head as their bodies thrashed about, out of control. I had to pull my arms out to the wrist to get enough distance to keep my noggin from being. "So you need something new and different?She just nodded her agreement."So who is he? Do I know him?" There isn't another man! I wouldn't do that to you! You have been an amazing husband, you are a terrific father, and you're my best friend! I couldn't ever be satisfied with another man!"I felt only moderately better. We had always told each other the straight story, and I had no reason to doubt she was doing so now."So you're not having an affair?" I didn't say that."I guess I couldn't read. They were looking for victims to sacrifice to their gods on the Beltane Eve.I was kept in a small hut, a cramped and dusty prison if there ever was one.At last they came for me... It was my time to be the victim, but as I prepared to die, little did I know just exactly what kind of sacrifice I was to be.The womenfolk of their village arrived silently at the hovel and motioned to me that it was time to be prepared as a gift to the god. They walked me to the nearby stream, where I was dunked in. She runs out the front door and into the night. It’s cold and starting to rain. She falls down over and over getting covered in mud. Luke is getting closer and closer he yells out “MORGAN PLEASE!” She keeps going but her high heels keep sinking into the mud. She stops to kick them off and she doesn’t make it. Luke grabs her by the arm and says “You are a mess! I’m sorry but I can’t let you go. Besides it’s a two hour drive to the nearest town.” She is still trying to pull away so he has to pick.