I forced my focus through every disorientation and lifted my head to study the place of torment. And I did lay on a bed of sand, as it turned out, bes...de a river whose image made my eyes go wide with awe.It was the deepest of reds and the stench I had suffered came from it, for it was a boiling, viscous pool entirely of blood. Strangely, I would have initially described it as angry and not just angry, but absolutely enraged. That river seethed and churned and bubbled like sludge and it was so. John was almost asleep when he felt a nudge, only this was more in his mind. The thoughts told John. John thought back to him. Tylon thought to John. John started. John could almost feel the other smile. John sighed as he shook his head, then sat up to think through all that Tylon had said. Sorting through the images John started to formulate a plan. He just hoped he could keep the element of surprise.Standing, John addressed all those with him. “I am going after the Alfheim children that the. I then hid myself in the hall behind one of the opened French doors where I could see everything in the living room through the crack between the door jam and the door itself.They were both seated in the living room. Uncle was seated on the sofa while my sister was in her favorite chair. He was reading and she was knitting while the radio was playing.Sandra's chair was facing him and she had both feet on the small footstool in front of her.Her legs were always changing position as if she was. She was certain the bulge in his trousers had doubled in size. This must be her moment. ‘I need to go and pick some flowers from the wood for the dinner table’ she said, picking up a small basket and pair of scissors. ‘Care to join me sir?’ and winked at him. ‘I think I will Helen, that would be lovely. But I’ve told you before, just call me Nigel.’ He responded, his heart beating fast now to push as much blood into his hard cock as possible. ‘But you are the MASTER of the house so I’ll.