We were warm enough when the fire was blazing and, after the hymn to Bel, I sought her out. I had braided my hair and, although my warrior's scars wer... still fresh upon my cheeks and arms, I felt myself the man.But when I fell into her green eyes, my tongue grew thick and all the clever things I'd thought to say had fled. She looked at me, head to one side like a blackbird. Her cloak was of rich wool, the colour of cloud-cast shadows on a summer meadow, a garland of mistletoe bound her brow.. It was the gig where it happened. Shit, I don't even remember the bandwe were seeing, one of those early Noughties alt rock whiners that would have one singalong hit and then disappear. I do know that we were dancing all evening, though, and I also know - ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning of the night. We met outside the club. It's not there anymore, the building was razedabout five years ago, to make way for another one, all ugly and new. Lunch had gone well,. The tentacles on Kate’s calves began to open her legs, while the two clawed ones began working on her bra and panties. Within a few seconds, she was stripped bare and completely exposed to her attacker. Suspended in mid-air, she could only wriggle as she felt the tendrils wrapping around her body and legs and watched with horror as the claws receded, but were replaced by what could only be described as a penis extending from the openings. They were both the same dull grey color as the rest. I wanted to see if she would contact me. Several minutes went by, but then came the sound of someone contacting me. It was Katja, I could she her picture in the text box."Hey how are you doing, didn’t speak to you for a while. I know I am bad girl."I got my keyboard to formulate an answer."Don’t worry I know how you are. I am all fine but how are you doing?" I am doing good, seeing some guy for a while now." That explains why you didn’t contact me. He a nice guy?" He is a really nice guy with a.