She had on a funky little cap, too. Ben thought the outfit made her look even younger than he did. ‘Well, Mrs. Morris,’ he said as they drove down...the driveway, accompanied by the clatter of tin cans the boys had attached to the back of the car. ‘Here we go.’ Nancy laid her head against the car’s headrest and smiled at her new husband. ‘Mrs. Morris,’ she said softly, ‘I do like the sound of that.’ ‘So do I,’ Ben replied. ‘This past year has really been amazing, hasn’t it?’ Nancy said as they. The illustration below shows where the anal canal is inside your arse.Anal pillowsThere are three anal pillows attached to the internal sphincter muscle which run the short length of the anal canal. The anal pillows inflate with blood to prevent shit from coming out of your arse, when you don't want it to, and to prevent things going up your arse too. They need to partially drain to allow you to shit (or allow anything in). They do this by responding to signals transmitted from the brain. You. You begin to dodge trees like the cones set up at driver’s education. You jump lengths you never knew you could. But it doesn’t matter how fast you run or how far you jump, because you hear them on steed, you hear them on wings. You see them surround you now. Your last bit of hope lies in your use of your power, your magic… You begin to cast spells like there is no tomorrow, spell after spell, ritual after ritual. Then you feel a prick behind your back. You look up to see one of them staring. The night greeted me like an old friend as I made my way down my garden path. Shadows swirled around me, and the air smelled damp and deep and wonderful.Flowers spiraled out of the ground between old and twisted tree roots. My magic had long ago claimed this place. My garden looked wild and ancient. It was beautiful to me, and I had cultivated its creation carefully.Beauty is everything after all.I was picking a violet when I felt him arrive.The air dropped in temperature, and I felt the wisps.