Abbie, naked again, but not a specter this time. She pulled Phoebe up and helped brush the dirt and grass off her uniform. “There,” said Abbie. �...You’re finally here. Now come on.”Phoebe stumbled. “Where are you taking me? I just got here. And I don‘t feel all right. And I‘m not—”“Come on,” was all Abbie said. “Come on.” Here there were dozens of women all gathered around fires, talking and laughing and doing very strange things which Phoebe only glimpsed in passing as Abbie dragged her along.. The title, engraved in gold, was in big letters. "Xirix." You mutter to yourself. You turn the cover open, looking through the first few pages until you reach the first one with enough letters to be worth reading."Volume 1: Birth of the GodsThis book contains knowledge about the universe and magic that runs through it. However, this first volume holds history. The history of how the strongest beings of existence came to be. Interesting, is it not? Even I, as I am writing this, I cannot contain. It looked to be about 6 or 7 inches long and was very nicely shaped with a nice large mushroom head."Got it!" he said and the tire fell to the ground. He slid out from under the truck and pulled the tire out. His hard-on was pretty visible and I suspect mine was too since mine had gotten hard looking at his. I saw him take a quick glance at my cock and then he grinned. He rolled the tire over to the empty hub and lifted it up showing off very nice biceps and put the nuts on and soon the job was. ’ But damn, she was cute. Dawn, seemingly, couldn’t care less what my philosophy was. If Tina wanted to play ‘princess dress-up,’ then that’s what they did. And my new ‘babysitter’ did it in such a way that my daughter was almost instantly in her thrall. Dawn never spoke down to her. With the exception of kneeling or sitting to ‘put them on the same level,’ she spoke to the little girl as an equal. She would often explain confusing words in terms that a four-year-old would instinctively.