In the end, she left home for a while, because we didn’t believe her pain.’ Tears course down her cheeks. ‘I thought I was over the crying.’ �...�It’s all right.’ I place an awkward arm on hers, knowing that nothing I can say or do can assuage her grief or deflect her anger from me, whom she sees as part of the system that let her mother die in agony. There is no redress, but it’s not my fault! After she leaves, my calm, comforting facade crumbles. My two co-workers are supportive, proffering. At this point there was a rush of cold air as someone else came into cabin, the finger probing me was quickly removed and before I knew it the newcomer and the man playing with me were gone. I wasn’t too disappointed as I knew I could now concentrate on satisfying the man beside me.I knelt in front of him, so I had a better angle (and view). Again, I took him in my mouth and sucked him hard for several minutes – he was really responding now, and once he could tell I was comfortable with his. There's an ancient Greek legend says one of the queens wascalled Hippolyta. They had a reputation as fierce female warriors. Some oldGreek writer said they even fought at the siege of Troy. On the Trojanside, so they lost. Not fierce enough, I suppose." Now, I've heard of Troy," I said. We had just finished our meal and forsome reason had started talking about old Greek legends and mythology. Wewere sitting in the quarters assigned to the Western monks, close to theimperial place in. I find myself sucking on her lips and her biting mine. Heartbeats are rapidly increasing, laying rhythm to our actions. She has to break for a moment and suddenly a silent night is filled gasps for air. I can't wait long and I'm diving in for another kiss. Being the controlling type she is, she forces me back and climbs aboard. I feel her hands on my neck and I lose all track of reality. Lips are locked hard and my focus begins to wander. My fingertips slowly drag down her spine and I feel her.