In the room I had a bottle of champaign on ice. There was also a heart shaped hot tub that I had ready with a bottle of bubble bath next to it. I didn...t want her drunk but I did want her to drink enough to relax her.I knew she might be resistant to my plans for the end of the night so the wine at dinner and the champaign at the hotel hopefully would put her in the mood. At the very least it would lower her inhibitions to a point that I would be able to talk her into anything. The other reason I. I'd always been a romantic daydreamer and my daydreams were becoming more vivid and explicit, I made frequent recourse to the shower, hot water, and a hot hand.I married my husband when I was 19. He was a preacher in a fundamentalist church. I assured him that I was pure as the falling snow – and to make sure he believed me I used an old Italian trick I read about in a book. I took a small vial of chicken blood to bed with me on our wedding night and spotted the sheets with it. Don had sundered. Mal told me to bring you over there whenever I wanted; as soon as I could get away with it. Never gonna be a better chance than tonight, and he won't mind about Amanda and Ms. Miller at all!”“Yeah, we just have to wait until Mom goes to bed, which will be early, since she has to work in the morning, then we can sneak out and go over to Amanda's house. She'll let me in, then I can let you in later, and you can “take us hostage” like in the video you caught me watching earlier.”“You know, Ashley,. While I prefer men, I don't abhor women. And my nerves were such that I didn't much care who fucked me, so long as I got fucked."Hiya, Jayne," I said, walking up to them."Kadja," she said nodding. "Ready?" Yep. Where are we going?" The Aerie," she said, and turned to walk through the gate. I followed in behind her, and the apprentices positioned themselves in front and back, lighting our path.I looked up at the Aerie, the second highest point in the city -- the highest being the spire atop the.