"Ursempyre's voice had deep, grave undertones etched in it. He meant to come across as serious and truthful, yet not just another lackey or one of the...r goons to be simply expected to obey unquestioningly. He wanted the Patriarch to know that he wasn't terrified of him. Even though in his gut he knew that was nothing but a lie.The Patriarch stifled a laugh in mere disbelief. A terrible smile had formed on his lips:"Is that so, Lord Ursempyre Remis? It almost always has to be that way, hasn't. . We’ll see. Anything you want to do... ?” I hissed. “Uh, besides that!”“Lots of things I want to do. But like you said, we’ll have to... squeeze... them in.”And what if I just carry her to my room and... “Dinner!”Heather giggled as she hopped up, eyeing the front of my jeans. “Behave, Matt!”As she walked away, I just sat there, watching her. Heather is here! It still hadn’t completely sunk in. Apparently, it took longer than half an hour for her to transform from dream into reality. She. Maybe Klingons have a taboo or something. From the way she was gaspingand moaning and squirming in total ecstasy it must have been her first tasteof cunnilingus. Her slit had petaled open and was flowing with sweet tastingcunt juice which I lapped up eagerly running my tongue up and down. Her clitwas a hard little nubbin poking up slightly at the top of her vagina. Ialternated between licking her slit and brushing the tip of my tongue againsther clit and each time Jadzia screamed with sudden. " How come I never heard?" asked Joseph."It was kind of word of mouth. I didn't want it to be anything official. I talked to the English teachers and most of them, in fact all of them except Mr. Rasmussen invited their students to attend."Joseph nodded, then shook his head. Mr. Rasmussen was a devout member of the Great Books philosophy of education and had no interest or regard for anything written pre-twentieth century. When Joseph tried to be arty with an essay on Dante's Inferno, he was.