Its cover was a worn red woven fabric that reminded me of well used dictionary. "Here it is." He said as he spun the book around to my vantage point. ... focused in on the page he selected, panic quickly surrounded my brain. In the painting displayed on the page, the woman was standing with her gaze and arms extended skyward. The man was kneeling in front of her with his head turned, cheek pressing against her pelvis. His arms surrounded her thighs and grabbed her buttocks. "This was going to be. I watched her chest rising and falling gently, assuring me that she was indeed asleep. Our parents were both at work and I knew I had lots of time to take in this amazing sight.As I crept closer, it became apparent that she had fallen asleep while masturbating. Lia must have dosed off within the last ten minutes or so because her inner pussy lips were still wet. What an erotic sight! Native people are not hairy, to say the least, and my step sister had barely any pubic hair, just a few dark. Sat on it. Buttoned it up. There had been the initial flurry of media coverage, then nothing but speculation. No quotes, no public statements. Questions went unanswered, accusations were ignored. A black hole, gravity too intense to let even light escape.But Hank Morristown passed along an occasional nugget to Daddy and me.“The head of Nelson-Eamons is a man named Trevor Kincaid. He’s not a scientist, not a techie. Businessman. Came from McKinsey. The word is he’s ruthless. Fires entire. Right now we are here." He pointed to theeast coast of the continent."To the north there is a large mountain range that is the home of thedwarves and beyond it no human goes. To the west are barbarian lands,once part of the Empire, but probably run by brigands by now. And to thesouth is the home of the Empire." So what now?" Lady, I want you to lay aside your anxiety and look in your heart.Which direction would you go?"I tried to do as he said. I closed my eyes and took several.