The blacksmith who had cheated him when purchasing his first sword. Arrogant Reed, calling his mother a whore. They all died in a rending of flesh, cr...nches of bone, and fountains of blood. Then, a sudden attack. His fingers dug into Raven’s shoulders, shoving her upright with a roar as he tried to sort through the chaotic fusion of reality and dream. “Easy,” she slurred, prying at his fingers. She was naked, sitting astride his body, but it still took several pounding heartbeats before that. I had been living with a guy for several years but I finally got tired of his abusive ways and sent him packing.At 35, I still have a tight slim body with nice but not overly large breasts, and a strong libido. In other words, I love sex. I work six days a week, so on Sunday, I like to sleep in which isn't easy with an east facing window. To handle this problem I wear one of the sleeping masks on Saturday night. And late one Saturday night my fantasy came true.It was very early Sunday morning. Suddenly they heard a noise coming from downstairs, then a voice.“Katrina? Honey?” It was Katrina’s mom, home a little earlier than expected.“Hi, mom,” Katrina shouted down. “Be down in a minute.” As quietly as possible the girls scrambled to get dressed. Fortunately it would not be too unusual to see Kelly emerging from Katrina’s bedroom; they often hung out together at this time of day. Kelly just hoped the smell of sex would not be too obvious on them. She found some of Katrina’s perfume and. Maybe, they were safe after all. She looked pleadingly at Margaret. Margaret just sat on the suitcase staring vacantly. Marja was watching the two Americans.Amy hugged Margaret. “Snap out of it. We need you. Think! What the fuck are we going to do? What do we even care what Alexander is up to if we can just get away,” Amy declared.“Amy, we can’t.” Margaret replied.“Can’t what?” Amy almost screamed.“Just run away.” Margaret said.“Why not?” Amy exploded with rage. “We’ve been jailed, raped,.