" Shewas absolutely not feeling up to anything resembling physical activity,and she didn't want to see, let alone meet, anyone else on the paths."No p...oblem," Caroline immediately replied, and Zoe thanked herreflexively, her mind entirely on where Leslie was and what she wasdoing.Leslie was in the shade of a tree under the bright sun, enjoying apleasant picnic with her friends, all of whom, even Zoe and Caroline,were wearing frilly dresses as beautiful as hers. They drank tea withtheir pinkies. He reached out to stroke her belly light feathery touches seemed to burn his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips like Prince Charming would do in those cartoons. He smiled against her mouth when he thought of the things he was going to do that Disney would never show.His kisses travelled down her neck and onto the valley between her breasts. He took a breast and kneaded it rolling her nipple with his palm before taking the other nipple between his lips and sucking on the rubbery. Before they could even say "hello" they were in each other's arms with a long, sensuous kiss that was both tender and insistent. They broke apart for a moment and discovered they both wanted more, so kissed again; her tongue probed to find his own, and getting into the experience he met it just about as eagerly as she did in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss that only raised his passions. She grabbed him by his fanny and pulled him into her until their sexes were pressed into one another. She gave. Now, please let me continue."I shrugged my shoulders, not satisfied with the explanation, but eager tolearn more to determine if any information could be used as weaponsagainst the Prophecy.I blinked. "Wait a second, Shakespeare was a victim of the Prophecy?William Shakespeare? His plays are timeless. His prose is some of thegreatest in the English language. Certainly, they are ingrained in ourculture, but they aren't popular any more. I know. I was an Englishteacher."Mr. Atwater smirked. "Oh,.