His recovery and his performance with the young priestess would be one the entire crowd could enjoy vicariously as she touched him during the dance an... in between rest periods. If custom was followed many in the crowd would emulate her actions with their own partners. Finally, the drugs would ensure his ability to climax at the proper time when he lay on the altar, formidably erect but barely conscious, under the young priestess and embedded in her.That final moment of power and glory would the. He sits there watching intently, drinking in the scene before him. Watching her soft delicate toes as the wriggle, over her legs, watching her soft thighs gently, almost imperceptibly glide over one another as she stands. Following the shape of her thighs to her vulva.So soft and supple, that dark shadow of her vulva pressed together, hinting at the soft, warm pink flesh beneath, his gaze, lingering just enough to make her heart pulse faster, her breath deepening as she looks at his intense. He was a bad man. Now I stay with you." She looked up at me."I can't take care of you," I said. "I've got places to go."Now the tears were running down her cheeks. Grady's woman had done a decent job of cleaning her up. The cut on the Apache woman's mouth didn't look too bad and the bruises looked better than before, the swelling almost gone. Her hair looked clean and was combed, pulled back into a long, thick ponytail that hung almost to her butt."Aw, hell. I can take you as far as Wickenburg.. .... THEWRITING WAS NOW ON THE WALL CLEAR ENOUGH THAT EVEN THE MOST STUBBORNLYOBLIVIOUS WERE FORCED TO ADMIT IT, THAT THINGS WERE BAD AND WERE GOINGTO GET A LOT WORSEAND TRUE TO FORM, MY SPECIES STARTED LOOKING FOR REMEDIES IN EXACTLY THEWRONG PLACES[The odd wording of "my species" seemed to imply that she felt that ifanyone read this they would not be human. Aliens, or some newly evolveddominant species. Which said a lot about just how hopeless thisphysician considered the situation...]THEY.