In a first glance, it looked to Zax as nothing more than a gloomy day at the beach, when in fact it was the perpetual state of the region bordering th... Down Ocean.‘This ocean is giving me a bad feeling’. Zax grimaced, sensing a minute coercion infiltrated his soul. ‘Do I have to enter it?’ He looked over his shoulder, spotting a persistent white dot at the distance.Even if Archbishop Silternja was wary of the Down Ocean’s dangers, he was bent on eradicating Zax.WHOOSH!His outburst of speed was. Suddenly, they were just gone. One hand reached for the headboard and the other back to hold him. It was as hard as ever and as his tongue caressed where her thigh met her body, she shifted enough that it slipped right into her wetness. ‘Oh, God,’ she tried to think but never got past that one thought as he pushed his face up into her. His hands found her cheeks and caressed them, pushing her down on his face. His tongue entered and retreated each time she rose and fell against him. Even though. 'I do to,' I said with a smile. 'Come on, let's clean up.'As we were washing up, Angela asked, 'what did Jeremy say aboutme?'She'd obviously been thinking about tomorrow. 'Oh nothingmuch...''Liar! I can see it in your face. What did he say?'I kept washing. 'Look, these rubber gloves of yours are too bigfor me and the hot water has steamed my glasses...'Angela ignored my pathetic attempt at distraction. 'He called mesomething, didn't he?''He might have but that doesn't...''What did he call me?'. A slap on the horse’s rump sent it running off into the dark, the leader grunting as his ruined nut sack bounced around on the saddle. When he was out of hearing range, we all finished cleaning up camp and went to sleep.In the morning, part of our packing preparations was to strip the four dead bodies of their weapons and money. We left the men’s bodies, and the dead horse, for the birds. If they wanted a burial, they should have died an honorable death.Two of their horses remained near camp so.