She chopped some wood and brought it in by the fireplace. She pulled up some roots from the garden, washed them, and set them ready in her larder.By t...e time Rose had finished her chores, her grandmother was spryly on the mend and soon parwhobble with chatter. And so the two engaged for the rest of the afternoon; chatting, singing, and enjoying each other’s company. Rose made them a supper and as they finished she noticed the long shadows on the floor. It was long past time to bid her farewells. "Sammy whispered something to her, and they both burst out in a fit of the giggles."Go on then," I grinned. "Share it."Sammy looked up at me shyly. "I told her that I actually came when you did that Micky." Did you honestly?" Honestly, it was the most violent thing I'd ever seen, for some reason I just climaxed there and then." Bloody hell, I wish you'd have told me right then." Why?" she asked challengingly. "We'd only just met." What about you, Tara?" she turned to her friend. "Have you ever. I had a little niche gallery out of my home that was becoming famous for naughty painting parties, not the quality of my artistic talents. I think I started to resent Larry and his success. The more recognition he received, the more dissatisfied I became with Live Oaks and my involvement with it.I was an artist. I wanted the artistic community to recognize for my art. Around this time, I had also gotten involved more with some of the other local artists. I met one through one of our regular. There was no hope for us at all.We entered the sweltering hallways of the Ziggurat, moving our way down to our quarters. My robes rustled about me. All my fears roiled in me. I swallowed, my hands rubbing at the cloth, my palms sweaty and clammy despite the heat around us.Kurtis suddenly turned and pinned me to the wall. I gasped as he ripped open the front of my robes, exposing my naked body. His mother stopped, her arms behind her, looking on with a serene expression on her face.“Kurtis,” I.