“Yes, sir,” I tell him. Skittering past him, I make my way up the stairs. The old, familiar stairs.I slip out the back door, and start towards the...stables. Sparing a glance and a single thought towards the forest beyond the fence, I cross the yard to the horse pen.Stepping into the doorway, I stand there a moment, feeling a cool breeze on my back. It’s not so cold in this barn. Quite warm, actually. The body heat from a lot of animals will do that.“Ah-Amariel?” A low voice asks from near the. “Ricky, do you know of any good Catholic churches nearby?” asked Mel. “I was very active in my church back in Kentucky and really want to find one quickly.”“Un no, I don’t really consider myself religious, to be perfectly honest, but there should be one somewhere close. Are you a big church-goer?”“Oh yes, I rarely miss a Sunday and after missing yesterday, I need to find one this week. Oh and by the way, a girl at work recommended a yard man. She said he was fabulous. OK, well good to talk with. There was a mans hand down my panties feeling my little kitty and it felt better than anything I ever did to myself. After a bit I felt his finger wiggling more and knew that he was trying to put it in me. I was about to get finger fucked by someone other than myself. I got a little nervous and I took my hand from between his legs and covered my mouth to keep from getting loud. Joe grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand back to his shorts and at the same time I felt his fingertip move inside me a. The scene that slowly swam into view was from another world. The mossy cave was still there, as were the horses and their knights, although none of them were currently mounted. Two or three of them appeared to have been injured, and the man in the blue cloak was moving among the wounded offering a gentle touch or word. Focusing more closely Erin discovered that the foot belonged to Richard, who in turn was lying in Megan's arms. Tears slowly tracked down Megan's face, and she didn't seem to be.