Seeing it under the hot Georgia sun, the house looked like it was ready to fall apart. The inspection said it had good bones. It was called the Wythe ...ouse and had been built around 1836. They’d advertised it as a fixer. The overgrown lawn, broken windows, and rotting porch all pointed to a much bigger project than he’d expected.According to the family, Caleb Wythe first built a smaller home on the site, before the antebellum home was constructed. He’d started a general store in Lafayette in. Others did the work for me and then put me here." Are you from the spirits then? Are you a spirit?" she asked, nearly trembling."No, I am a man and the ones that did everything and put me here were not spirits either. They do come from the sky, but they are not spirits. They are just very smart and hard workers." They must be very smart if they can come from the sky and not be spirits," she said, but I'd had about all of this conversation I wanted for now so I changed the subject."Do you people. Beyond that ... I don't know..." Tamara felt the fear again, the moments of rushed flight, gunfire, explosions, the separation from her husband at Victor's compound. "Got anything to drink?"Hilda watched her without expression. "Suspect you're needing something stronger than coffee." She stood, reached into the cabinet, pulled out a dusty bottle half-filled with a dark liquid, rinsed it in the sink. "Never knew what it was, and it tastes like dog piss. But it does the trick." She poured them. So drained that I didn't 'get any' that night.She became focused on her anus after that. I was interested in mine now too, but she was off on a totally consuming trip of her own toward understanding what she had experienced. Mine would have to wait. Within a few weeks, anal stimulation became an integral - rather, an essential part of our sexual life. Of course it was all leading to anal intercourse, but we didn't really understand that until the night my penis accidentally pressed itself into.