Like the real heroes of legends he'd slain the demon and saved the world!"Diana! I did it!" He turned to his oldest companion and lover, "I did it, ju...t like you said I could!"But Diana was silent, laying several paces away her body twisted into odd angles.Alexander crawled to her, too exhausted to walk. "Diana?" He scooped her up and turned her face towards him...what was left of it. All that remained of the priestess' lovely face was her right eye and brow, the swipe that had taken the rest. He chuckled a little at my eagerness. I was looking back at him expectantly, enjoying seeing him standing there, naked and powerful behind me. He held the bottle of lube above my outspread offering. He pumped once and I felt the shockingly cool lube slide over my asshole. He pumped again, now fully coating it in the viscous liquid. Then, to my shock, he brought his hand to my butt, placing his palm against my tailbone, and proceeded to place his two forefingers directly against my hungry. People were dropping like flies, and I’m not joking about that. More people died of malaria than almost everything else combined.”“Well, after a while, somebody, I forget who, learned that the ground-up bark of the cinchona tree had an extract that could prevent and cure malaria. Then somebody else figured out how to make synthetic quinine, the active ingredient. But how do you get people to voluntarily take this really bitter drug? You make it fun. Mix it with some carbonated soda and your gin. "What's the matter, Angie?" I asked."I missed my period and I might be pregnant. I don't know what I'm going to do." She started crying."Everything will be fine Angie." I thought for a few seconds and blurted out, "Let's get married!" Really? You'll marry me? Do you love me, Brent? I don't want you to marry me just because I might be pregnant."Angie was raised in foster homes and hardly remembered her parents. Her dad was in a prison somewhere and her mom gave her up and she never saw her.