They will need you, Eli, more than ever now.”“Doc, I don’t know if I can do this, you got to tell me how,” Eli sobbed, and cried openly.“Eli... you wouldn’t be a man if you didn’t hurt when you lose a loved one. If it was you, just think of how strong Mary would be for your kids, then you be as strong as she would be, and love them as much as you and her both... “It will hurt them to know their momma is going to die, it will hurt them when she dies. It will hurt them even more when they help bury. Our tongues tasted each other's passions. I could stay like this forever, just holding her.A horse neighed in pain.Angela gasped and I sat up. “No, Midnight!”We were so caught up in our lust we had forgotten about her wounded charger. He lay on his side, his flank clawed up by the monster beneath his steel barding. Angela rushed to her horse, falling down beside his head. “I'm so sorry,” she moaned. “I can't believe I let myself get so caught up.” She kissed his nose as he neighed in pain. ”He then rolled one eye around and stared at me. I almost dropped my drink.“How much?” I asked.“For you,” he replied, “free.”“Why?” I asked, starting to worry that I was being played in some way.“We,” he began to explain, “are only able to perform sexually for the first three or four hundred years of our lifespan.” He grinned. “But we can maintain a telepathic link until the day that we die. As you have been describing the women you have met to me, I could see them in your mind. I could read. Girlfriend, Does it REALLY MATTER, Joanie?" The Fag-Hagpositively cackles in reply. "The main thing is that our pretty littleblondie rascal is truly in love - and in a VERY SERIOUS relationship toboot. YOU were the very first one to predict THAT, Joan Davies. Weshould let Filly decide what kind of lover he really is for our boy,n'est ce pas?"As if on cue, Filly decides to bring his ponytail femme over to us andchat. This solidly built Afro queen wearing spiked heel, mid calf blackleather boots,.