"YES, YES, YES!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! BRUISE MY BELLY!!! JUST FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!!! I WANT IT ALL FROM YOU!!! WE'LL TAKE...GOOD CARE OF YOU!!! WAIT AND SEE!!! WE'LL FUCK YOU TILL YOU BEG US TO STOP!!! WE WON'T, THOUGH!!! WE'LL FUCK YOU EVEN MORE, AND HARDER!!! WE'LL GIVE YOU YOUR MEALS IN BED, AND PUSSY FOR DESSERT!!! OH GOD!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! OH, SHIT!!! I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING !!! CUM IN ME!!! I AIN'T TAKING NO FUCKING BIRTH CONTROL!!! FUCK. The only one being entirely her petite self was Mamselle in her tasteful little black dress and low patent leather heels. She’d just smiled her subtle little smile at Lucian – there’d been no hugging, no hand shaking. But she’d complimented him on his looks and his success, and had welcomed him back.Then, halfway the wide corridor, she held him back with her small white hand and whispered a line in a foreign language; not French. Latin, maybe. He asked her what it was, and she just smiled a. I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night. As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me. I took a deep breath and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few feet. . Can you bring me some water? I am thirsty." Sure," Nuala said. She sat up, got on her feet, and approached the wall shelf. Taking a clay bowl, she turned and walked back to Selena. "Here, drink it! You'll feel better," she told her.Selena took the bowl, examined the creamy syrup that it contained, and looked up quizzically.Nuala smiled and said, "This is ruice. It rejuvenates us when we feel utterly exhausted or thirsty for ANY reason."Selena placed the bowl to her lips and cautiously took a.