And light. Lots of natural light mixed with a surreal light that was thrown in by the huge stained glass window above the front doors. No overly dress...d consort tables or other furniture taking up floor space. There were just two thick round pillars, each one set to the inside of the foots of the stair cases that swept up to the first floor. These pillars, looked like serious load baring pillars that disappeared up into the ceiling high above the ground floor hall. At the bases of these. "It won't hurt to have the doctor check you out one more time." She looked at her watch. "I'm going to be late." You know," Maddie said, "you have the habit of saying things like that just as one of us is going somewhere."Abbey smiled at her younger daughter. "I have three children. I know how to curtail arguments." She put up her hand to stop Maddie from commenting. "Honey, I'm worried about you. You'll see that this is for the best." Before Maddie could say anything more, Abbey eased the. "Anyone know what an oxy-moron is?" Dr. Lewis asked suddenly.Debbie raised her hand and said, "a phrase that is made meaningless by the fact that the elements of the phrase are contradicting and therefore cancel each other out." One dictionary," Dr. Lewis said continuing Debbie's explanation "gave a simple example 'a mournful optimist' Can you see how ridiculous this phrase is, how can an optimist ever be mournful? The world today is full of some incredible oxy-morons one of the latest is. .. anything ... Simon ... oh, fuck, yeah!” Michelle really got into the sodomy by now, pushing back at me with her hips in earnest, “thank you, Master ... I love it! I love being your dirty anal slut!”“You’re my pain-slut and my butt-slut ... and my cum-slut, aren’t you, honey?” I demanded of Michelle as she threw herself with abandon into the act of pleasing me with her plump and juicy ass.I yanked Michelle’s lovely golden curls and she moaned with sheer ecstasy, exulting in her eager service.