You did what you could in a bad situatition. You were outnumbered and ambushed. No one expects you to do the impossible. You didn't do anything wrong....She calmed down and wiped her face."How's your head?" I asked."A little fuzzy, like it was stuffed with cotton balls. It hurts a lot too."That, at least, I could do something about. I hunted down the pain she was feeling and surrounded it with more pleasant feelings. Anya sighed with relief and then blushed bright red.Well, the feelings I used to. I think I’ll have to disappoint him yet again. So I’ll come to this peace council of yours.”“Very good. We’ll meet you there.”We left the castle and started back out. Serena asked, “So that group Jurgen Windcaller formed are still around?”“Yes. Have you ever climbed the Seven Thousand Steps?”“Uh, no. I’ve honestly been more of a stay near the castle kind of girl, at least up until when Mother ... well, did what she had to do.”Lydia chimed in. “Don’t worry. It’ll do wonders for your thigh and. She took out a subscription to Penthouse Letters and every month when it would show up she would read it from cover to cover and then try to fuck me to death. Don't get me wrong, we had a very active sex life before the magazine arrived, but after she'd read it she would want to get laid four and five times in a day. Even though I was young and in my prime I began to wonder if Mandy wasn't going to fuck me into an early grave.The other magazine that had an impact was one called Leg Show. It was. Sometimes I hold up a mirror so that she can look at it too.Then about two weeks ago Randi started to let me poke my finger down into her hole too along with a candle that she stole from mom’s dinning room drawer. I could get my index finger all the way in right to the point where my other fingers get in the way. However I can get that candle into her six and one quarter inches because I have marked it with my thumbnail and measured it afterwards.I was sitting in my room waiting for dad to beat.