"Pardon?" I wasconfused, "What name?" The words hadn't even left my mouth completelywhen I realised I was making a complete fool of myself."Well," she...replied, "your name, obviously." A second of staring at herblankly later I finally managed to say: "My name?" Yes, your name. Why, is it a secret?" Again, I was lost for words. Mybrain felt like a bluescreen."No, of course not. The name's Simon." Nice to meet you Simon. I'm Meredith. I'm fine by the way, thanks forasking."I thought I had been. Then he took my clitoris in his mouth and bit it (glad he did not bite it very hard. It was hard for me to pretend to be unconscious at this point). He pulled his mouth back, sucking it until it came off.While he was doing that, I regained consciousness. And I felt that I have been tied and I saw what he was doing. He, put the scissor blades against my left nipple and said,– sh…Stay quiet, or I will cut it off…understand? –He had my mouth shut by his left hand. I nodded yes.Then, he put away. Then one of the guys suggested filling one with water. It worked like a charm! Not only did it stay put, but it wouldn't deflate over time, the way an air-filled balloon would. So we set about filling up the rest of them. One of the prop girls laughed as she filled one of the longer, more slender balloons. When it was about eight inches long and about four inches in circumference, she said, "Why, this looks like my boyfriend's dick! See the curve?" I hope his dick gets a little harder than. His jaw was hard and steadfast, angling down to a solid, notched chin.She didn’t want to wake him. She couldn’t bring herself to wake him. Waking him could mean the end to all of the hopes and dreams a silly little girl had ever had. She couldn’t defy her goddess – but she just couldn’t bring herself to wake her brother, either.Yren may have looked peaceful, but his sleep was filled with nightmares. In all of them, he was running. Running from monsters in black robes, running from magic-users.