”“And what does being a follower of yours entail?” Simon asked.“Worship, they would have to offer a prayer a day to me for the protection I’... give to their people.”“No problem, there’s a small internet group that still worships you,” I replied.“There is?”“Yes, part of the Neopaganism movement. We can no doubt borrow one to come with us and be your Theurgist,” I replied.“Works for me,” Simon added, looking at Hilda.“We have an agreement with Athena and owe her a few favours, so no biggie,” she. The old witch comes slowly closer, a little golden cup in her thrembling fingers. My thighs start to shake under the tremor of the approachingf orgasm and my knees are getting weak. I feel the con-stant flow of my seccrets seeping exessively from my horny cunt - which the black witch catches expertly to the last drop in her goldencup! I was shuddering when I opened my eyes. I was very thirsty and looked at my watch: it was about time to get ready for the trip. The sun was already pretty. I have places to go and things to do, most notably in Roanoke. I have a citadel to prepare for battle and siege, even if I won’t be around for much of it,” I observed, even as I slid into Becky yet again.I certainly had no complaints about that countrified cutie, and I was far from alone. Her future sister-wives and fiance all seemed very much on board with wedding her, after all. Marriage was on the upswing again after a steep decline just before Doomsday. Then again, it had been radically. Where has Tom's...I mean, our grandma beenanyway? I figure I should've seen more of her, especially consideringall that's happened," I inquired."Oh, well, a little bit before the whole Jack thing, she went on acruise with some of her friends. She just got back about two weeks ago.Heh, you should've seen her reaction when we told her what happenedsince she left," she replied with a bit of a snicker. I suppose findingout that one's grandchild was in her second coma, the first beinginduced by a.