Dragged from her castle, she was paraded through the streets naked and in chains to the auction block.Her golden haired beauty made the crowd gasp as ...he was displayed by the eager slave merchant. Biding was brisk and the sums grew large as she hung her head in shame. It appeared that Lillith would surely be sold to the keeper of a luxurious brothel in the port city, there no serve the twisted lusts of rich merchants and brutal mercenary soldiers.But then a feminine and yet authoritative voice. I know the reason. I don’t know why but I don’t want to hurt you.’ Hearing this, I became dumb for a moment. I just said -‘Ma, I love you, I can’t live without you.’ I moved too close & embraced her. My face went down towards her face in the dark & I kissed her on her lips. She did not protest nor uttered a single word. A powerful lust was wiping away all the morals and ethics from my brain. I moved to top of mom’s body and kissed her face here & there. My hands were trying desperately. I've got a nice place, decent job and great friends. Nothingto complain about, really. Yet, looking at all these kids in or fresh outof school, with all their potential, I can't help but dwell on what Ididn't do. Call it an early mid-life crisis.I never got married, that's a big one. Never really traveled, as much asI wanted to. Never got the chance to go back to school, expand myhorizons a bit, maybe explore a different career. Again, none of theseare horrible, life-ruining deficiencies, but. I like him a lot, but it's too soon to say how far it'll go." I guess we ought to shut up and let you tell your story. No more questions, okay?" I said.Sigrid sipped her beer and began. "Until last summer, I was a good girl from Michigan, out of Wisconsin, not a doubt in the world about what the preacher told me. Then, my Sorenson aunt in Sweden invited me to spend the summer with her family outside of Stockholm. Of course, I said I'd go. My folks encouraged me, and nowadays I wonder if they.