Now she looked at my chest and touched some of the scars. "Five of them," she said. "What happened to the others?" I set two of them loose to go get h...lp for a wounded man. I shot him in the shoulder; probably broke it to pieces."She was breathing fairly rapidly as I sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off my britches and then my drawers. I felt happy that I was fairly clean for a change. Missy had seen to that. She had gotten me more baths in the last month than I had the whole year. The sensation of having both her breasts now squeezed softly as well as having her nipples manipulated, aroused her yet further. She tried opening her eyes but the cirrus clouds swirling in her head seemed to dull the optic nerves and she was only able to make out in the darkness, the vaguest of outlines above her. Even as she tried unsuccessfully to focus, something came closer and she felt lips – a man’s lips – come into contact with her own. The kiss was prolonged…..enough that she could. " She almost immediately goes back to cleaning. You shoot a puzzled look to the back of her head."What? Aunt Lana's coming?" You ask, still puzzled. She murmurs a confirmation. You smile to yourself. You always liked Aunt Lana. You hadn't seen her since she moved to Australia a few years back. She'd always spoil you when you were younger, mostly because you were the first born between your mom's siblings. Also there was the small factor that you have a small crush on her. You know it's wrong to. Tanda Havra had threatened death to any who denied her the honor, and the High King had tried to solve the whole affair by paying for the statue by himself, but not even the High King got his wish.The High King was a clever and wise man, as all men knew, and it was his solution that was finally adopted when the survivors of Mogdai village agreed. It was the men who had been sent north during the campaign who paid. Paying the money was supposed to extirpate the guilt of being sent away; it.