That praise that I'd missed this morning when I failed Mr. Smith's test. The words that sent lightning up my spine for no understandable reason. Yes, ...hat was worth it, maybe if I did well here it would make up for my failure before...Phil's callused fingers hadn't stopped as I wandered into my thoughts. They kept rubbing up and down and finally pushed the thin fabric to the side, touching and probing at my lips. The angle was all wrong for him to do much more than that, but it seemed to be all. He looked…old. ‘The Lady has convinced me that she wishes only to be allowed to die. My hate blinded me, for so long…I knew nothing else. It is time to let that go.’ He turned to us. ‘Thank you, Grey Wardens, and you, Seer. I will prepare the ritual to end my curse. Please…please tell Lanaya that I have great faith in her, and that I know she will be a better Keeper than I have been these past centuries?’ We nodded, solemnly, and he stepped to the centre of the room, sitting down and closing. I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going."This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are. When Ben returned from the laundry room Penny was waiting for him in the bathroom. "You better go get your shower, honey. Helen should be almost finished." Penny hugged him pressing her pointy nipples into Ben's hairy chest. In a soft little-girl voice she asked, "Daddy, can I take a shower with you? I want you to wash me like you used to." Sure, honey," said Ben playing along. "You're getting to be a big girl and you've got big girl parts that you didn't used to have. Do you want me to wash.