I brushed her hair way from the side of her face. I wanted to observe her facial expressions as they morphed from suffering to ecstasy.Without warning... I pushed the entire length of the bottle’s neck deep inside Cyra. The bottle’s shoulder came to rest, in a perfect circle, against Cyra’s stretched opening. She gasped and clenched her jaw at the sudden invasion.“Shhh,” I snarled at her. “You have to take much more than this to please me, Cyra.”Cyra sensed my eyes on her face; she shifted her. No more would she have to live in these shadows, scraping off the allowance her mother's death had provided for her. She thought of her father's palazzo in the golden circle, famous for its hedonistic masquerades, or his villa in Belgatsa: the city of the rich and powerful where the government ministers played their games against the backdrop of the hot sun; or the townhouse in Luziel: the city of sin and shadows.She tried to stop the smile creeping across her face. Even though he had banished. I felt full but for all the wrong reasons. I couldn't move, I couldn't run away, I could do nothing except allow this stranger to violate me in a way that our bodies were not supposed to be joined. Suddenly I heard him groan and then I felt warmth in my intestines, two, three, four times I felt him shoot his semen into me. As quickly as it began, it ended. He pulled out of my body, dropped his hands and moved away from me, leaving me standing in the subway car, holding the grab rail above me,. We won't see her this weekend; she's coming to Poughkeepsie with her two children next weekend instead of Christmas." What does she do?" She's a biologist, working for a seed company."Just then Ma called us all to the dinner table. As usual, we sat down to an excellent meal. When Sandy complimented her, she was obviously happy, but said, "Steve tells me that you are a pretty good cook yourself!" Actually, Mom is the expert. I'm learning from her."I said, "You've been a good student, my.