Freya led the way whilst her aides surrounded us to keep passers-by at a comfortable distance as our mode of dress set us aside as tlagr or outlanders... No, they did not dress at all as Vikings and I did not see a single horned helmet. The Norse allegory the Æsir were partially linked to only went so far. I wasn't too bad as most Æsir dressed in very loose fitting trousers and baggy tunics of some kind with very bright mismatched colours, even the women. But Morgana was wearing a fringed suede. Heart pounding, she set off again along the road, stopping periodically to check behind her and to run briskly on the spot to keep her circulation going. The snow was getting heavier and any person seeing her at that moment would have been utterly astonished to see this beautiful naked, tied, blond-haired woman in the middle of nowhere, doing exercises to keep warm in a snowstorm! She lifted her knees higher as she ran on the spot, struggling to fight the cold, her breasts bouncing. I had no interested in pee and sex, but there was something exotically arousing about being submissive enough to do things against my own impulses. “So, wait, have you ever…” I let the question linger.“Um… not exactly…”“I’m going to need an actual answer,” I said, smiling. “Come on, you are about to be peed on, do you think there’s a lot of secrets we should keep?”“Okay, well twice, twice I tasted my own…” Rachel started. “And by tasted, I really mean gulped down every last drop.”“How was it?”. But Bill took me back, and Kathy treated me so wonderfully..."Kathy was shaking her head. "Hush, Baby. We'll tell Eileen all the details at another time..." But I was only trying to make the point that you loved me enough to allow Bill to take me back as his wife."Kathy again reached to take Jill's hand for a moment. "And we've been together since then without the slightest problem, because we love each other."Jill turned to catch Eileen's eye. "Just as we love you, Eileen. It's not just that.