Right beside where we were standing was a door. I had no idea where it went but I turned the handle and it opened into a large janitor closet which wa... mostly empty other than a few large boxes. I turned back around and looked at Sergio, grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into the room with me and shut the door. He put his hands on my hips while at the same time telling me he couldn’t do this. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and told him to shut the fuck up. I pushed my hand down. Apart from a few people, the whole clan had arrived during Friday, and at the very informal evening meal, which was kind of a glorified barbecue on the white, romantic beach. It was very evident that there was no demand for celibacy on the part of the guests."Alexander. I'm so terribly horny. I'm afraid I'll make a disgrace of myself tomorrow." How, my dear?" I'll be no more dignified than a female cat in heat. I guess I'll scream your head off when you 'deflower' me." And it doesn't make it. My son and my queen may be in peril. Have you no news yourself?’ ‘I am this pool. What I know comes from visitors.’ ‘Last year, you knew of my son’s broken leg before I bore him here for healing.’ Evident even in the murk, Lilaea’s watery form turned cloudy, as a clod of mud tossed into a pond. ‘Sometimes the stream that flows from here speaks to me.’ Aelfric’s throat tightened. ‘What does he tell you?’ ‘I know only that there are bodies in the river that washes by your hall.’ ‘Whose bodies?’. His deep, steady breathing told her that he was asleep. She leaned her head back to look at him. Silvery moonlight gilded his features, imbuing them with a look of softness and vulnerability. A thick lock of dark hair had fallen onto his forehead, making her fingers itch to comb it back into place. Looking at him now, peaceful and relaxed beneath her, he looked like a perfect gentleman once more. It was difficult to believe he was the same man who had claimed her body so completely, so.