Her legs were huge! They were so big that even with knees wide apart as they usually were, half the length of her thighs were firmly stuck together! A... usual though I could still see her kickers because of the position of the hem of her dress. This was not a pretty sight. She wore those thin but extremely large stretch cotton passion killers that had a kind of pattern woven into them. They were also not unusually holey! Her ginger pubes showed through the top of an obviously much larger hole. Ok, that took a couple of hours. Read a couple of interesting short stories. I sure like it when some of the masters post something. Guess I'll go online and see if I can play some poker. Hope I don't run into a Macho asshole that throws his play money into the pot trying to scare off someone with just a mediocre hand so he can brag about how he bluffed him out. I know I shouldn't play as if the money was real but I do. After all, the idea of the site is to entertain and "sharpen your poker. So the Albanian lady wasn’t seeking martyrdom? Or was she?”I shrugged, “I don’t know. I’d put it down to a story about holding to the faith in the face of overwhelming social forces trying to destroy it. The specific outcome may or may not have been martyrdom. The story I heard had the ending with the soldier walking away.”“You’re weird, Petrovich! Why not keep the story with the righteous person winning?”“Because, as my grandfather says, ‘Life is suffering’. Or, to use another analogy, putting. She laughed and said she'd help me deal with it when we got to her place. It wasn't long before we were entering a new-looking block of low-rise apartment, with front gardens. She took out her keys and we entered a large airy ground floor flat with three bedrooms and a medium-sized patio area.I was following Brigid in to her living room, when she stopped dead in her tracks. There stretched out, with his bare feet on the coffee table was a young man, whom I took to be Liam Brigid looked.