-0- Brent sat in the front pew of St. David’s Anglican Church, listening absently as Reverend Oliver Thomas gave the eulogy. Beside him were Andrea ...n his left and Scott on his right. His eyes were dry and his mind was blank. He had used up all his tears in the last seven months. It was over and his beloved Jeanette was gone. To the very end he held out hope for a cure, or at least remission. It never happened. When Jeanette died, he lost the one thing that had allowed him to carry on, his. "Miss Faragonda wants to talk to all of us in her office right away." Oh no," Sky thought as he sat up in bed, moving slowly so he didn't wake Bloom who was still asleep under the covers. "Does she know that I fucked Bloom? Is she angry about it? What are we going to do?"Sky shifted away from Bloom to slip off the other side of the bed without disturbing Bloom and suddenly realized there was someone under the covers on that side too. He turned back to Bloom and noticed that the covers had. Winning mattered more than stubborn poetic conventions that were too outdated, too cryptic, and dare he say too boring to have an impact in the twenty-first century. It was the nature of the beast, and whether or not he continued to win wouldn’t have prevented poetry from entering the arena of brutish human needs and instincts anyway. But for his own permanence and survival, somehow he needed to win these slams night after night if only to emerge victorious.When the thunderous applause of the. At first it had been humiliating, however, now it was simply normal slave activity. Over the past few days, things has begun to change, she reflected as the butt plug wiggled in her ass painfully with a sneeze, she had begged for more. She wanted to be His, all His, and have no way of ever coming back. To be trapped, as if her submission was rooted in her desire to please Him, but also knowing she could never leave Him. She thought about captivity, but that seemed so useless, she.