If the intruders did manage to get in she would not die without putting up a fight.The sounds increased in volume and intensity, with curses, shrieks ...nd, finally, the groans of dying men. At last silence returned. A knock on the door was accompanied by the sound of Amy's voice telling her that it was safe to come out. She opened the door and saw several bodies lying in the corridor. She recognised two as belonging to recently recruited servants. Obviously the Palace had once more been. It dragged its tongue along the floor as it moved. The cold tiles drove its bolt-hard nipples back into its breasts.When it was directly in front of the altar, it turned and slithered up the single step. It lay for a moment, arms wide like a cross, murmuring a prayer. Then it pushed itself to its knees and turned up its face."Do not look on what I truly deserve," it said."I'll tell you what you truly deserve," Kristen said. "Get up here."She scooted aside, and Sister climbed onto the altar.. “If everything was ok.”Donald as on cue as a tear dripped down his face asked her.“If he could come in.He had something very serious to discuss with her regarding her son.”At the mention of her son.Sally got very concerned and quickly asked him into the caravan closing the door behind him. If she could have seen his face.She would have seen the big smile cross his face, which instantly disappeared when he turned to look at her.Wendy was now on all fours in the sand and Becky was helping an over. It wasn't as 'in your face' as it had been when the Goddess made her appearance. But still, he had it! I also sensed acceptance from him. If not love, then at least he liked and respected me. I had impressed him.I wondered what it had been like to be around his father, if this is what the son felt like. It also made me wonder about my dad. I didn't really have any memories of him, or my mother, thanks to Markus.I finally wound down, and Fithian looked at me."Paul. You have had a trying life..