The main they knew as Fabio retired as a General. He was transferred to a training base where he took many of the techniques my ancestors had develope... and tried to teach the next generation. I understand that Blackthorn did not retire. He was killed in action about five years after the last letter here. His daughter joined our household and one my grandparents was her eldest son. Sadly, the records show she died less than a year after her father and owner.The family has thrived though, as has. They arrived on a Tuesday, and would compete Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."HEY!" They heard from behind them as the walked into the hotel lobby. It was Liz Cushman."Hey, Liz, what's up?" Warren asked."Not much. You guys ready for the season?" No!" Sophia laughed. "We're still using last year's free dance, because the new one isn't ready yet!" Oh," Liz said. "Is there a problem with it?" Not difficult enough," Warren told her. "We're getting there, though. If we can get the difficulty, it's. Are you mine? he asked.Yes I’m yours, she said. Tell me about it.My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My hands are yours. How bout your heart?Yeah, that too.How bout your soul?Yeah, that too, she said.I’m yours too, he said. My cock, my mouth, my hands, my heart.How about your ass? she asked.Yeah, my ass too.How about your soul? she askedI’m thinking about it. Yeah, I think so. My soul too.I want you in my ass right now, she said. She was still on her. ”“Well, look at that. The little beauty can talk. You’ll be singing before long, sweet thing.” Cesphea patted Merope on the butt and walked around to stand next to her sister. It pleased her the way Merope stiffened at the intimate gesture. “You’re wondering what this is all about.” Valeria walked over to the table where Brynhild’s books sat in piles. She put down her scepter, and leafed through the volume on top. She seemed uninterested in Merope’s presence. “Don’t share too much.” Cesphea,.