“Fuck!” The numb sensation he had experienced earlier had passed. His legs burned as if full of fire ants, and his ankle felt like it had been twi...ted too far to one side. Checking his surroundings, he scooted around to look at the Mandragora.Sarah’s pod had ominously sealed shut along the top of the mouth. The whole pod gently convulsed, a dark fluid flowing through its lower stalks and into the main plant body. Mike shivered, realizing that, if not for a memory, that would have been fate. He shook his head as he dried his hands on a clean towel and went back into the dining room.Janet and Jessica had gotten the blood cleaned off their wounded friend, and had somehow gotten a blanket under her to keep her off the hard table. Junior took the pair of gloves Jessica handed him, noticing the others were wearing them."Either of you ever started an IV?" he asked, half joking, half in desperation. Receiving two negatives, he dug into the cooler, finding a small book on top with a large. I keep my fingers in her and she does not try to free herself. On the contrary. Whenever I slow down or stop for some seconds, she tries to meet me again and to revive my moves. I try to explore further between her cheeks and start caressing the perinea. To ensure my catch, I plant my thumb in her ass. She seems to like how I treat her nether regions and she is not shy about the intrusion. I know enough about the libretto to know that there is not much time left before the end. I assure my grip. What was this? He read the question. ‘Named after my late maternal grandmother, Ida Blake. Of all her grandchildren I was her pet. She never said it but the other kids knew and ragged me for it. She left me this tract of 1000 acres of largely native beech forest inherited from her grandfather. I came under pressure from the Government that wanted to buy the land to preserve the forest so sold, but kept this 10-acre strip that leads up to her summer house.’ ‘Your grandmother drove through this.