It could be molded to fit any existing religion, any interpretation of God. In fact, many of the people of Haven don't even consider themselves religi...us, with only the more elderly going to church on a regular basis. Haven's culture, however, had already been changed by it. Every parent in Haven neglected to teach their offspring the concept of evil.As a result, the last two generations of the population simply have no concept of it. They had no idea that men and women could lie or be. A 30 something tall Scandinavian blonde comes over."Help please" she asksI look up. The woman is in tight jeans and jumper with high heels. "How can I help?" I can't help but admire how easy on the eyes she is. Blue eyes and beautiful smile. She points at her campervan turns and walks away. Great curves slim build. Blonde hair blowing in the wind. When she gets to the campervan she turns and opens the door. "Please. I show problem inside" she gestures that I should enter first. I walk to the. He took note of the subs kneeling at their Master or Mistresses feet, some pleasuring their owners with their mouths. Across the room, a sub was being disciplined with a crop. It was clear from the sounds coming from her mouth that she was enjoying the discipline a little too much. But that was not his concern. He was merely here to check out the club for sometime later when he had acquired a new stable of slaves. He’d just moved to the city the week before and had not brought any of his. “Pia,” he said. “Great name.” She shrugged before an idea occurred to her. “Wanna be fuck buddies?” she offered, moving to sit on her knees before him. “Fuck buddies?” She nodded innocently. “When I’m horny, I call you and we fuck. Vise versa.” He thought about her offer for a moment, shower running and filling the room with even more steam. He blinked water out of his eyes. “Blow me and seal the deal.” She smirked,“Love to.” She moved forward on her knees until she was directly in front of.