.and yet, eventually, and in spite of the guilt that attended it, he always returned for yet another fabulous blow job!Of course, he told himself, in ...uch moments, that he really wasn't 'cheating' on Cynthia at all! After all, he wasn't having sex with ANOTHER WOMAN! Surely that made a difference! Right? Of course it did! It had to! This was just sex ('just sex')! There was no love involved in it. And, since it was with another guy, there could be no possibility of getting another woman. " Well I am shocked that such behavior takes place in this day and age. We are after all living in the nineteenth century not the Middle Ages. Is that why so many young ladies pursue employment opportunities in the mills?" It's the same in them places too sir; the boss and the owner too want sex from young girls that go work there." You mean Mr. Saunders, who owns the Cotton mill engage in extramarital relationships with his female employees?" He's got a hunting lodge not far from here; I was. We knew you had to care a lot for others, to try to rescue people so soon after what happened. Most people were busy just trying to get by and you were trying to bring all of us together."At that moment we reached the foyer of the reception building and I turned, pulled her to me and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Lana wasn't satisfied with that and grabbed my neck and pulled me into a real kiss. A moment later as we stepped into the lobby of the building we were met with a smattering of. Behind her, as she shuffled slowly through the new-fallen snow, that some one, or thing, was watching her every move very closely. The one who dared this, actually stalking her, smelt of the realm most evil. The old one worried naught. Long eon ago she had fully accepted her fate and she was always ready to die. If Silver Goddess willed this be her time, then she was ready to face Chiron boldly, head up and staff in hand. Death was not to be feared. Death was her friend, her ally. She would.