Her amber skin gleamed through the torn folds of what had been, only scant hours before, translucent sleeping silks."Come along, now," the larger of t...e two priests commanded. "Screaming will do you no good in this place. You are greatly honored to have been chosen to serve Kathool." My father will have your heads for this!" Her voice was low and intense, but a ragged edge of fear lurked behind her words. Being chosen 'to serve Kathool' meant an agonizing death at the hands of His priests,. She took my hand in hers and silently pulled me into the living room, which had a large bay window that looked out into a garden backyard and a pool.“Do you want to go for a swim?” she asked.“I didn’t bring my suit,” I said.“You don’t need one,” she quickly shot back, squeezing my hand in her's. “It’s just you and me.”Before I could say anything else, she pulled me to a door that lead to the patio and the pool area.“Come on,” she pressed as we stepped back into the warmth of the afternoon. "Oh, I don't know ... Rebecca ... I just wasn't paying attention I guess." I was looking at her. She was sitting on a chair at her table, toying with her panties in the laundry basket. Her legs had drifted open a bit and I thought I could see a glimpse of her panties. My head was swimming. I wanted to try to look up her dress. The smell of her perfume was overpowering. Her panties in the basket, her sitting there with her beautiful feet ...I was in a deep state of arousal. I was almost. Save for their early unpleasantness and a few annoyances of their public relations ventures, the visit home had been an unalloyed pleasure for both Igwanda and Meiersdottir. They'd been welcomed without either hesitation or qualification by each other's natal families, and both sets of grandparents had doted on their tiny grandchild and spoiled him unmercifully—as had two uncles (one on each side), three aunts (all on Igwanda's), and an assortment of cousins.The one potential obstacle to their.