Coincidentally, we met a kid from my sixth grade class and a neighbor boy, and they joined into our mock game of war …soon arguing over who shot who...first. It wasn’t too long before I felt a stirring in my belly and knew I had to take a crap. Finding what I thought was a secluded spot behind some large rocks and in some tall weeds I drop my pants and squat down.. What I wasn’t expecting were the unmistakable tattletell white semen mixed in with my stool. The sixth grader, tall and lanky,. Gazing up in wonder as the bond between him and the soul of his tree had taken hold for the first time.She was Sasami! Crying unashamed as only a child could. Holding on as Funaho comforted her. After explaining why the bird she had found dead in the garden couldn't be saved."There are limits to even the power of a queen." Lady funaho had informed her sadly.Images without count or number had flown past the windows of her mind all in an instant as she had confronted both her mother and. I purposely delayed myself in the bathroom, trying to give the girls time to work things out. After about five minutes I venture back out into the bedroom and found the two sisters sitting side by side and smiling at me. From their faces I could tell they had made a decision. They told me to lay down on the bed and then showed me an egg timer and explained that each of them would ride me for 1 minute and then switch until one of them got lucky and took my essence. Cat went first and I watched. Ah, minty-fresh! I spot her perfume on the shelf. One spritz into the air and I walk into the fine mist. Mmmm. It reminds me of her. I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it's way between hers. My warmth against her leg, hers against my leg. My hand on her belly. I lay quietly with her, watching her sleep.The clock radio comes to life. An overly-caffeinated radio personality is selling.