“Oh really, well I think you are adorable. If I wasn’t so old, I’d be trying to impress you,” I said with a smile.Linda smiled at me. “So Ed... how do you fill your time since you retired? I mean besides helping damsels in distress.”“Well, I bought an old country store. I’m giving some thought to worm ranching,” I explained.“Worm ranching?” Megan asked with a smile.“Yes, I always wanted to be a rancher. Since I saw rawhide on the TV as a kid. It’s about the only kind of ranching I can afford. "What we have is more than fucking, I think. When we uncouple, it's like some of me leaving with you. I can't explain it, but I feel ... emptier. Not just my vagina, but all of me. Do you know what I mean?" I think so. I mean, if it's anything like I feel. Usually after I cum, the world comes back to me too fast, and I feel the hardness of the bed, the roughness of the sheets, and maybe the crick in my back. But with you, there's a space where I feel like I'm feeding on your energy, like when. ’ Black again went quiet. ‘How long did you stay?’ prodded Lei. ‘Well…’ Black paused, yet again moving his attention to a new spot on her wings. ‘One day, a council member, I can’t remember which one of them it was, sought me out, handed me a cookie, patted me on the head, wiped his hand on his chest-cloth, and told me I was twelve years old. Then he straightened himself and asked how much longer he had to wait for the four full-balls of silk-thread his wife needed.’ ‘Four full-balls of. We watched you on the Internet.” Mary saw that there was a laptop computer on the desk, and she could see herself on Mr Faisal’s operating table. Who else had seen it she wondered? She walked over to the laptop, and saw that it was set up like a video player, so she pressed play. Part of her was horrified as she watched, but part of her was almost proud of what she was watching. She winced when she saw her inner lips being trimmed back, but realised that the way that they were stitched up meant.