His saliva dripped down onto my face. There was a primal attractiveness about him. If I hadn’t been suffering from the bard’s lusty song, I doubt ... would have let out that wanton moan.“I think you want to be fucked.” The barguest words were surprisingly intelligible through his bestial jaw. “Yes, I can smell it. Just spread those thighs.”“Go fuck Illth’s poisoned cunt,” I spat and struggled to move my sword arm and swing.A strumming lyre echoed through the room and a beautiful tenor sang. There. Interested?”Does the sun rise in the East? Philip only had the ability to nod so Tracy stood up and stripped, then headed for his bed and laid back in the classic invitation position. Philip hadn’t lost a millimeter of his erection and vicariously knew where it was supposed to go. As the huge shaft approached her young and lightly used snatch, Tracy had second thoughts. “Wait a minute, let’s try a different position. You lie down and let me be on top.”Philip could’ve cared less the orientation. ’ ‘Can’t swim.’ ‘What?’ ‘Yes, I never learned how to swim. When I was a kid, every time I tried, I got a bad cold before I got the basics down. Later on I realized I was allergic to chlorine.’ ‘Well, you should be able to do it in the Lake. How long have you lived here?’ ‘Ten years.’ ‘And you never learned how to swim in your own cove?’ ‘Nope. Never had the urge.’ ‘How did Amanda learn?’ Amanda was Tom’s four year old daughter, a blond angel whose horns balanced well on her halo. She was. The second code was a fake, a trap for intruders. When she punched in the second code, it would silence the beep, but would also send a signal to the alarm company that she was in danger. She reached for the keypad.The second man grasped her hand as she reached for the first button. "Please remember to punch in six-nine-four-four-two instead of the one-two-three-four-five code," he said, sounding very polite and gentle. Carmen froze. He knew her secret codes. Her mind began to conjure up.