No, My Lord! Hush, my love. We knew this might happen one day, and it has. Get Samil and tell him to come immediately. It is time. Her tears never s...opped, but she nodded. Yes, Ahriman. She woke up Giolla and Dasa, and they both wept when they realized what had happened. They clung to him until Kaneez returned with Samil. The younger priest of Chernobog, now fifty-three years old himself, shoved them aside violently and knelt by his fathers side. Are you sure, Father? he asked stone-faced. My long dark brown hair was awful, long, dark and unruly — what bad bed hair! It was normally so neatly pinned back for work, looked like a wild animal had escaped from the zoo and taken up residency on my head. The hot water streaming over my naked body felt good as I wakened myself slowly from my deep sleep. I rubbed the complimentary soap bar over the soft skin of my breasts, and noticed how hard my nipples were.My mind slipped back almost to my dream state and I saw an image of a man's. Cloud snorted and glared at the plate of sausage. “What’s your problem?” DeadShot asked as he walked into the kitchen. “Shut up and eat your damned sausages. I didn’t spend my time making them for them to sit and get cold.” She glared at her husband. “No…I’m going to help Kira…Since you decided to drop her flat.” Cloud stood with a growl and dumped the plate down his shirt, “Get out of my kitchen!” She scowled as he left and she pulled her boots on before stepping out onto the porch. Kira. That would mean a fresh waxing as well. ‘nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals’ She moans again and slumps into me as my strong hands grasp the heat of her sex. ‘the power of your intense fragility: whose texture’ We kiss again. It’s a slow intense kiss, which we linger over, exploring, connecting…. ‘compels me with the color of its countries,’ She wants to speak, perhaps cut the dance short but I shake my head and my fingers slip inside the panties. ‘rendering death and forever.