. ?” she replied with a little giggle. I got it; it wasn’t like we spent our nights squirming around, trying to get away from each other as we sle...t. And if I could avoid it, I didn’t want to lie in a big wet spot either. Her bag did need airing out—it really, really did.It wasn’t the only sleeping bag in camp that required airing that morning. Sharon and I hadn’t noticed, but apparently all of the other couples in camp had done a lot of reaffirming their humanity and continued existence in the. I lightly pinched one of your nipples as I kissed and sucked the other then traded and reversed the action. We kissed franticly, rubbing our water-bound bodies together. After several minutes the water seemed even hotter than when we started. I pulled away from you and said, “I want for you to sit on the edge of the tub … right here,” putting my hand on a flat area around the back of the tub. Without question you rose up and sat where I had indicated. Now kneeling I put my hands on your knees. I've spent the whole day cleaning the house and getting ready for tonight. As time for you to come home draws near I become more and more excited. Soon I begin to prepare for your return. I go to the dresser, pulling out everything I'll need. I grab the blind fold, hand cuffs, ball gag, and the black leather whip with five long tongues. I take it all to the foot of the bed and, checking the time, I lay things out, getting more excited. With five minutes until you are home I begin to get dressed. There were stories of near-death and stories of love and triumph. And in all of these there was Demure: sometimes a saviour and sometimes a bane. On this occasion, Demure was a saviour.When Glade's consciousness fully returned after several days of fever and delirium it was Demure who greeted her with a face of unfeigned delight at her lover's recovery.And Demure wasn't alone. She was accompanied by several warriors with straight noses, long straight black hair and brown skin. They wore fur.