When they slipped between his cleavage and brushed against his anus he could not stifle the gasp of delight. She worked further down and her fingertip... touched his testicles. His quickened breath and his moans of pleasure were almost embarrassing.She massaged her way down his right leg, first the thigh, then the calf, the foot and finally the toes. The fires of arousal were temporarily banked until she started back up the same way she came, once more arriving at the intersection of his legs. She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pass--and I feel a small prick of guilt for having violated her privacy. Then again, she must know, they all must know, that the hotel where I'm staying overlooks their windows from barely 20-feet across the courtyard. Even without Marie's room number, I would have found her just by following the trail of notes from her cello through the labyrinth of impossibly dark and narrow corridors. She plays an old rock melody--Springsteen's "Jungle. As Liz and I are kissing Ramus walks back into the room. He coughs nervously and we break off, "err, excuse me, sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I think I should be going. I am sorry about that earlier (he means the cunt grinding), you know, I guess I overstepped the mark, sorry Paul, sorry Liz". He is genuinely embarrassed, self-conscious, his gaze switches between the carpet and us. Liz says, "heh, don't be silly Ramus, everything is fine, honestly, I was just giving Paul a Christmas. Howling wind, driving rains, and blinding snow all attempted to blow him from the side of the mountain as he climbed. He even had to face the earth splitting open under his feet and lightning strikes that came from nowhere. But nothing even slowed him down. He pulled himself on top of the mountain and saw the palace of the gods. It's perfect beauty left no doubt as to that. However, he was too angry to be impressed. He marched into the center area, not even wondering about why the palace seemed.