I used to hear, and read, the expression often, ‘They went Hither, thither and Yon.’ It doesn’t seem to occur much anymore. Was their economy ba...ed on tourism? Have they fallen into decline, as many small communities have done these last few years? You know, where business drops, stores close, families leave and the settlement dwindles. That would be a shame if it happened to them. They were very popular years ago. I’m not too sure of their location, either. I do know that wherever a person. ." and as the chorus came around again she began to sing along."Calling ... Yearning ... Pulling ... Home to you..." Loudly. It was amazing to me she could get such volume and power and still be note perfect when she did it. As much as I hated to admit it, she is one hell of a singer."It always amazes me you can get that much volume being the little troll you are," I told her."Ah think that was almost a compliment," she grinned smacking me on the arm, hard."Not a chance," I assured her rubbing. I've got to unburden my soul somehow. I'm a Black chick who's desperately addicted to anal sex. I used to say that I was a strong Black woman. The kind of woman who would never let a man stick his dick up my ass. Especially a Black man. Then it happened once and I became addicted. I'm in love with the dick and in ass and if loving it is wrong , then I don't want to be right. There is no cure for my addiction. Anal sex addiction in women, especially Black women, is a poorly understood sexual. Whilst they were gone I finished my fizz, kicked off my shoes and wandered onto the balcony where the early evening air was warm and filled with birdsong masking the distant hum of the city. I hadn’t heard them return and was surprised when Laisha began to brush my hair while Nassri refilled our glasses. Not as surprised as when I looked round and saw they were now dressed in simple long white gowns that covered them from head to foot in delicate semi-sheer cotton. These wafted as they moved.