“Tell him I am Khan Michael, the Demon Khan, Sultan of Maghreb and Ifriqiya, Duke of Grenada, Grand Duke of Normandy, and Emir of Wadi Tumilat. Then...tell him my Demons have poisoned his horses and will make the air magic so our Demon arrows fly much farther than his will.” The General laughed at my proclamation, but I saw his nervousness. Pointing to my right at one of our banners that had suddenly appeared nearly six hundred yards away I climbed off my horse and raised my bow into the air with. For now, I had more pressing problems.Ty had settled in one of the comfortable leather chairs scattered across the hardwood floor of the lobby by the time I came down the staircase. It was a huge, wide-open space of open-framed timber and deep carpet. An array of stuffed animals lined the walls, giving the place a rustic appeal.He was right in front of an absolutely monstrous fireplace sunk low in one of the deep leather seats. Dad used to tell me that they roasted boar in it when he was a boy. Sister Margery enjoys it so much. And I know Father Gregory loves to hear her confession. I’ve seen the mess on his cassock afterwards.”Abigail shook her head and pushed her way through the other girls. Satan found so many ways to tempt her, and sometimes it was hard to resist. ~~~~~~The rest of the morning passed without incident, as it most often did. But then, as she left the chapel after Sext, Abigail heard a commotion coming from the abbey gate. She could detect the voices of men among. " "Mom, I mean Cindy, watching you 'sun the girls' and diddle yourself in the convertible on the driveup here was so fucking hot." Robert was referring to the fact that on the drive from Manhattan he convincedme to recline my seatso that I was essentially lying flat and to sunbath topless in the convertible. Several truck drivers wereable to peer down from the cabs of theirsemis and enjoy a little 'eye candy'. And then to everyone'sshock and amazement, Robert convinced me to masturbate to.