’ He smiled and shook his head. Arthur bought the sunglasses, said farewell and set off for home, he had a holiday to look forward to. He stepped...through his front door, the smell of cooking that usually greeted him had gone, along with Helen, he missed it. Since Helen had died the house seemed larger, almost empty. If he missed anything about her it was her presence in the kitchen. He had loved her in a selfish, overbearing way, he did genuinely miss her but he thought that life without. She then returned me a full smile. At first I thought it might have been to agressive to pull her back to me but she didn't take it as a weird move. She put her hands in the air and started to grind once again. She leaned back to me and I heard her voice for the first time. She screamed "I thought you were done!" The music was so loud that I barely heard her but I replied to her"Your to beautiful for me to be done!" She started to grind on me differently. Before she was grinding in an up. Placed around the room were comfortable chairs, divans, couches, and stools able to seat any guest the strange master of this place could hope to have.And yet here he sat before the fire on a plain wooden bench roughly hewn from a species of tree not seen in millennia. "I see you are punishing your arse again, Pyratus," a strange, non-Peisti voice observed tartly in a language dead long before the Peistis had organized themselves into clans, never mind nation-states.The lord started and looked. "Do you remember the first time you came to my parent's house,Jim?" I said in a British accent dripping with sexual experience."Wh...sure I do. Of course, Sam," Jim said, startled by the shift. "Iremember being so horny during dinner that I was fondling you under thetable. "I remember that. Your parents had no idea," said Jim. I laugheda seductive laugh. "Do you remember what happened after that?" Iinquired. Jim responded, "Yah, during...," but I cut him off by movingmy left hand above his.