She couldn’t say for certain, because she didn’t remember her past. She thrust her hand toward the shopkeeper with a friendly smile. ‘I’m Sara... Martin. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.’ Mrs. Thatcher shook her hand, as she returned her smile with a thoughtful look. ‘Yes indeed. Your name sounds familiar too. Is that Mrs. or Miss, dear?’ Sarah blushed hotly. ‘Its Miss, I’m not married.’ ‘Hmmm,’ Mrs. Thatcher said, nibbling at her bottom lip. ‘I just can’t remember where I’ve seen you.’. Born of fire and given to me as a gift. That is what he is a gift. His lips taste mine with a raw energy that makes me whimper. Again my tongue brings me the taste of heaven. Is that what this is? An Absinthe dream. I have heard the rumors that such is possible, but did I at last consume enough of the Libation of Life to have one. Oh, how I would drown myself in anise if that were true. If this man was forever at my beck and call just for a few sips. Behind me, the grand tall clock in the hall. As, Sonja digested her nasty breakfast, she thought to herself how much shehated her miserable life. Sonja, was a gorgeous 5'3,18 year old slave girl,with soft white skin, blue eyes, soft red soft lips, beautiful long braidedred hair, small breasts and a lovely child like body. Sonja, had been trainingto be an assassin for the Roman Empire for as long as she could remember.Sonja, had once been told by her Roman captor's she had been taken away fromher parents at birth, so she could have the. My sisters, like most kids our age, cheerfully agreed. NormallyI would be there with them but once she had said this, I couldn't helpbut feel a little disappointed as it meant that my plans had now beenlaid to waste.When we arrived home, I had planned to resume my ballet practice in myroom. Once dinner was ready, one of my sisters would have found me toadvise of this. Sure, it would be shocking and awkward but I couldn'tthink of any scenario where it wouldn't have been, but at least then,.