"Good evening Master," she is already in character, "come in Slut". They proceeded to sit down and chat and eat as they discussed the session. Helen t...ok off her clothes and Peter noticed a bruise, he knew her body like the back of his hand. There was a small bruise on her upper arm, it looked like a small bite. "What’s this bruise Slut, have you been cheating on me?" "No Master, it was hubby". Peter sensed something was wrong he could read Helen like a book, "you are lying bitch tell me the. As spring arrived, and temperatures rose and the snow retreated. Ever longer runs were capable. Moo either at her side, urging her on, or just in front leading. As summer gained a foothold Kirsty found that the heat was slowing her down. Moo was also starting to tire faster, his thick coat of fur a burden. To help combat the heat he was plunging into the cold mountain streams with increasing frequency.It was Saturday afternoon, the sun was shinning high in the sky. Moo was pacing around the. Or should be. As it was, it literally took all of her potions just to get Lydia back to where you see her now.”“Please, help me sit up. I think I can do that now.” Serana and Erandur helped me sit up, then Serana pulled a pack over so I could lean back against it. There was still a bit of pain, but nothing like what I’d felt before from trying to move. “How long?”“You’ve been unconscious for about four hours. I made Erandur work on Lydia first, as she was the most seriously injured of everyone. She looks worse for the wear. Her face is a tired mask of pain. A thin stream of blood trickles from her hands and down her arms. Her feet also are bleeding slightly. I look up at her, and she looks down at me. I realize she has impaled herself on the cornu, during the night. She inserted it into her ass, whether by accident or design, I cannot tell. She looks at me, but is too short of breath to talk. I get up on the stepladder. I kiss her face, but avoid kissing her lips. I do not want to.