It was mid-day and her errands were done. The afternoon stretches out in front of her and she looks forward to some idle time. Stan usually didn’t a...rive home until after 6 and they wouldn’t eat until at least 7:30 most nights. She figures she can relax, and then go meet the new neighbors later on. The shower makes her feel slightly horny. It has been a few days since she last had sex and she is in that mood again. She can wait until that night, but if Stan isn’t up for it, she would be more. Not Reggie Mantle's or Veronica Lodge's list, of course!Jughead came across the Bauble. How it came to the innocent city ofRiverdale is a mystery. But there it was, gleaming with the innocentand seductive beauty of Lucifer, son of the morning, in the sunset. Itwas the distillation of evil; some called it the tear of Lucifer. Noone could guess at the entirety of the misery and death it caused.Jughead saw the bauble... or did the bauble sense him? He reached andpicked it up. It was beautiful.. You know what my grandma used to say before she passed away," Ivy spoke to Charles in the kind of tone that teachers often used sarcastically against their pupils."Err no Ivy," Charles responded in a blurry tone."That you should never ever try lying to a gypsy. Do you know why?" Ivy being playful with Charles."No I don't know why!!" Charles stammered, like some kind of fool."Because we can sniff a liar from a mile away," Ivy pretending to sound sarcastic.Ivy then made a face that made her eyes. How could he tell? He guessed he could just ask, but what do you say to a thing like that? Then Nissa reached down between her own legs, circling her fingers around his testicles and glancing against his erection, which he guided down..."No, that's not quite it," Nissa said. William blushed. "Sorry," he said. "Hang on, I'll help." That's not quite—" There, try it there," she said.He felt something warm and wet. He tensed up and then, one inch at a time, untensed, as a wave of relief washed.