Why, she thought to herself with a smile, even to feel the Spirit of the Lord descend on me in a Revival meeting in no way matched the feeling of a go...d old country fuck. She felt guilty for thinking "lightly" about the Spirit Of The Lord. Hurriedly she crossed herself like she seen those Catholic girls do in town, even though she wasn't Catholic. You just never knew what might work and she sure as hell didn't want Jesus pissed off at her. Times was already hard enough right then as it was.Ever. " At least he came through with the water," Cariel muttered, almost inaudibly.I reached into my cloak pocket, and fingered the neck band. Jon coughed in the cold air. He still stood on the inn's threshold, ready to defend me should she get the better of me, or run with Maria should things become unsalvageable."Yes, Cariel..." I said softly, "Viriel was useful enough to trap me here with an underhanded trick ... but then he had to fly away to an assignment ... did he not?"Cariel didn't answer.. "I still don't like this," she said."I know. I promise I won't make a habit of it." Hmm," was all she said as she drove us home.I put the girls off for a few minutes, until I could call and make arrangements to meet Marcus, Jonathan, and Carter Talmon in Ted's hotel room the next morning. I made sure to impress on Marcus and Jonathan the need to keep the full scope of what happened away from Carter.The rest of the night was spent answering questions for Mom and the girls. They were pretty. Lying squeezed between two arguing sixteen year olds might sound unpleasant, but that’s not where my mind was at all. I had really enjoyed sex with Ashley. Until that minute, when I’ve said I was “bi-curious”, I really meant I wondered if someone like me, who likes a strong man with good shoulders and a hard cock, could also enjoy a soft woman. I had enjoyed her soft just now. Even though I expected a future that was mostly hard, I’d found that yielding breasts comforted almost as well as broad.