"I haveenjoyed you company, and you have been a helplful and enthusiasticguest. However, I am in charge here and you must understand that."Sally was ...eginning to become a little worried. She couldn't but helplook at Goddess a little longingly."I have a few guests coming later for tea and Sissy Chrissie will beassisting in serving the meal and drinks. If he performs well, I will begiving him a Special treat, one that will begin to fulfil all his newlyfound femmine desires and wishes. I would. Vixen broke the kiss and said, "Can I ask you something?" Sure," said Guy."Your stories brutalize women so much. Do you hate women?"Startled, Guy hesitated, then said, "Well, I never really thought about it before." Guy paused in thought for another moment before continuing. "I guess, when I started writing these kinds of stories, I was really shy and nerdy." Really?" she said. "I wish I had known you then. Shy guys turn me on so much." Yeah? I was one of those whiners who asked why nice guys. The images always came first: The girl, maybe six, lying in the dirt by the barbed wire gate, body emaciated past gauntness, eyes wide open… staring at some unknown horror, staring at – nothing anymore. Inside the gate a long row of bodies stacked insanely neat, like cords of logs eight to ten feet high, abandoned in place as they awaited burial. A huge ditch at least 40 feet long, ten to twelve feet deep, filled with cadavers covered with lime to hasten decomposition. A bulldozer parked nearby. “But I do not smell anything unusual or hear anything.”I kept my eyes scanning the cliff top as we moved deeper. Angela had enemies. Twice the erinyes, demigoddess daughters of Slata, had attacked us. We had tamed one and driven off the other. But there were three. And that did not count the mysterious employer of the dead Warlock Fireeyes.Prudence demanded caution as we walked forward.IncessaeThe clatter of hooves grew louder, echoing up the sides of the cliffs. My wings fluttered and a hot.