.. well, you know what sorcery she learned.”“Why tell me this? Why ... any of it?” Darian said.Moros chuckled, and reached out with shadow limbs...to grab a stream darker still, of almost pure black, with traces of white on its edges. He pulled it close, and close, until was only a few feet from them, and Darian could reach it if he wanted to.But he didn’t want to. He froze as the stream, from so close, displayed more than faces, but also places.“It would appear I do not have the exact elegance. Brown hair, reasonably fit. I run when I can, some weight lifting when I can. And my life is now circling the drainToday actually started out okay, relatively speaking. Beautiful morning, I woke up before my alarm clock went off, and I had my lucky suit pressed and ready to go. If things continued on that trend my presentation at work would have cemented the promotion I’d had my eye on for several months. But as my usage of the past tense demonstrates, things didn’t exactly go that way. From. And she knew that for theman under her, each moment brought a newly experienced taste of defeat. Sandra could not take her eyes from them. She looked up at Mandy's fleshyface, at the North European paleness of her yellow hair and blue eyes, andthen back down at the sheer fullness of the woman's thighs and bottom. It occurredto Sandra that Mandy was sitting on his mind just as heavily as on hisbody. Under that amount of pressure he would not really be able to drift intodaydream or memory, or to. ***** The girl was happy for the first time in weeks. As she reached for the onion, her father stood silently watching her, an odd look on his face. He was probably just puzzled about her behavior after the last fortnight of hiding in her room. She was happy to have him standing there, as long as he was happy. "So how did you like the party?" Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze before a thought came to her. "Oh, the one on Saturday?" she asked, remembering her drunken actions, how she had.