” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. ...o one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If she listened carefully enough, would she hear the. I felt a finger extend and find my now swollen bud. I heard his breath in my ear, rough now, his stubble grazing my neck as I arched my head back and he began to rub the base of my clit. He dipped his finger between my puffy lips, wetting it with my juices. No longer able to keep up any pretence of being asleep, I moaned as he brought his wet finger to my lips, coating them with my morning dew and then he whispered in my ear, “Wakey wakey, my darling. Are you ready for me?” My reply was little. She had been washed and cared for after the mini-orgy of the wedding night and put to bed by unknown hands. Thinking of what had transpired she felt revolted with herself for going along with it, for letting herself get excited by three pricks in her at once. That ghastly ceremony where she had been used as a servant to hold the virgin he was deflowering. Then the Emir had simply given her to the bridegroom and the bride's father as though she were a book he could lend. The Emir himself had. Thanks.", she said as I put the bottle in her hand, catching a glimpse of smiling lips and pubescent breast as she closed the curtain once more."Can you stay and watch... to make sure nobody shows up for a little peep show?" You mean like the one you gave me just now?" (with sarcasm) "Whoops" And what did that mean?" "It's just your little reward for giving me some shampoo. I hope you liked it." "Yeah. It was great!" I said, blushing and suddenly very conscious of myself. I turned my back,.