He would have preferred to carry the sack over his shoulder, but was prohibited from covering his body and therefore had to carry it in his hand, in t...e same way Danka had to carry her bucket.Danka wondered why Oana would be stationed with guards at the other side of the Duchy and in territory only nominally loyal to the Royal House. Tanelickt explained there were two reasons: Oana had some friends serving in the Vice Duke’s Provincial Guards, and also she needed to stay away from other former. When I first had theidea, I never expected it to be much more than a short story, but as thefirst chapters blossomed, as Alexis and Nick's personalities began to takeover and occasionally even force changes to the direction of thestoryline, I was amazed at how it grew. I'd always planned to doNaNoWriMo one day, despite how daunting the 50,000 words in a monthsounded - with the word count of this story (written in 22 days total)standing at over 65,000, the sense of achievement at not only. If not for that... if she'd been left in peace... Lonna knew shewouldn't have lifted a finger to stop Sorissa. She would have, as Talithput it, let someone else finish it.Was she a terrible person, for not simply wanting to stand againsttyranny? ...Maybe. But Lonna didn't care.Spreading the scroll out, she skimmed the instructions one more timebefore turning to the list of symbols. She found a twig and, careful notto get so much as a line out of place, she began to etch the symbolsinto the. He legs were moving like that of a woman that had held her urine in for too long and who needed desperate relief. But she now knew it wasn’t urine she was holding back.Richard was now going crazy because the increasing naughtiness of the sexual scene. Unable to contain himself any longer he ran behind Helena placing his warm masculine hands on her hips. “Fuck you Jacky,” he screamed, bending Helena down and spreading her legs open.”Fuck you and your art craziness.”“Oh yes, fuck me Richard!!!”.