”“I’m not judging you,” I told her, “but I’ve been hot for you a long time. I love you and loved what we did.”She leaned over and gave m... a kiss.“We can figure this out in the morning,” she said, “but right now I need you to help me get to bed.”I stood up and grabbed her under her arms, gently lifting her to a standing position. With me supporting her we staggered up the stairs and reached her bedroom. I helped her into the toilet and she peed and wiped herself with the warm washcloth I handed. “Aeschylus wrote: ‘Memory is the mother of all wisdom.’ They will remember your teaching.”“Aristotle said: ‘Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach.’ I try to pass on what I have learned.”“That is good. And from your teaching and what the nungungi said, I see that I have been a tool of the Great Serpent. But I still don’t know what to do.”“Do some of the Wijilawarrim wish to move?”“Frogmouth says about ten.”“There will be at least double that from here. You will have a group. Freud. Very well, over my lap from the left please. His hand hits her harder. Jennifer tries hard not to scream. His caresses are as soft as she can imagine and soon her inner thighs are wet with her pussy juices, which inspires Peter to offer her his favourite position all along his long legs, while hers are wide. An open pussy to his view. Now she receives slaps by both his hands! Jenny gets so excited she feels in a dream and goes with the flow. In between, Peter holds her hips after caressing her. It is instructive to study Gustav Doré's etchings of nineteenth- century London. A bleak place, full of want and vice, filthy, dark, cold, a place much like she walked that evening before she orgasmed for him. No one grabbed her though everyone seemed to look at her, and she was certain they all knew what had happened to her and what she was doing. How many of them had done her themselves?She left her house early because there was no street light and she couldn't bear the thought of being.