Last night was completely different to any of those nights. You just got out the shower and entered your room with just a towel covering your naked bo...y, the water dripping from your wet hair down to the top of the towel, down your cleavage. I want so much to lick at the droplets running over your bronzed skin. You turn your back to me not saying anything. You're angry at me and I don't know why, it should be the other way round. You called me lazy In bed... I admit I was before, but I've. I looked back. Looked back and smiled to see those high towers topple, the golden domes falling to shatter upon scorched paving stones. Smiled to see the black, oily smoke rising from the corpse pile that still smoldered. How many faces had I recognized in that pile as we built it. Men that had laughingly jammed their picks down my throat to use it in brutal fashion, when my slave taught skills could have given them far more pleasure. How wonderful it had felt to relieve my urine into the dead. "They're doing it!" I can't believe you're doing this to me!" I yelled, like all I'd needed was a little push from Jeremy to get me started. "I hate you!" Are you okay, Tiff?" Jeremy asked and I could feel his hand hovering over my shoulder, but he didn't actually touch me."I was looking all over for you!" I told Lick. "I was worried sick! And you're fucking some other girl?"Licorice didn't say anything. Like what could he say? I had him totally busted. He had his forelegs wrapped around the. On the inside of the hinged lid itself was a small screen which lit up as soon as the box was opened."It's good to see you, Amos," came Aunt Mabel's voice from a speaker somewhere in the box, just as an image of her wizened face appeared on the video screen. "Not that I got to see you very often." Hey, I tried!" replied Amos, defending himself."It's only a recording," Sonia butted in."No, you're never glad to see me at all, are you. Now I'm dead, of course, you're delighted to hear from me.".