They too were in line for the next adventure. Will they hold their tongues?Figures missing heads, but holding on to the Goddess, burnt and battered an...estors, murdered by the religions of man and greed.The fire was lit, the blessings given, the dead released to be sought next year.Eight spokes of the turning wheel of life til next time.Yule - 21st December: the longest night and shortest day of the wheel. Light a candle from the last rays of the sun and keep it lit to rekindle the sun.Imbolc -. " "I can't. I'm fucking furious. Tired of you jerking me around." Hope shivered, feeling cold for the first time. "I did it to please you," shewhispered. "I'm sorry you didn't like it. I wanted to – "She paused toswallow a hard knot lodged in her throat. "You wanted to what?" he prompted. "To turn you on," she confessed in a tiny voice. Instantly he was upon her, one hand twining deep into her tangled red hair. "Yeah.Well, it worked," he muttered roughly. And his mouth covered hers in a. She understood well, both the message and the need it turned out. His shy and blushing bride, turned out to have a ragingly passionate nature and with that minimal hint of encouragement, she unleashed a series of graphic and explicit emails to him – detailing all that she’d loved about their few brief times together, and all that she longed for when he returned. But what had surprised him the most was, accompanying the series of emails, were a series of pictures – starting with, what he. “Well, that’s just too bad, Panty Boy. Now turn around—let’s see how cute your behind looks.” As soon he had turned his back to her Jane moved silently back to the car, replacing the guns in their holsters as she did so.She picked up his pants from the hood and started going through his pockets. Working as quietly as possible she put his belt, wallet, comb, change and assorted bits of paper on the hood then, still holding his pants, turned back towards him. “I have a message from your.