C’était ton village, Tarix.Et tu y étais heureux, ignorant tout du reste du monde et de la catastrophe qui allait s’abattre. Ce jour de drame, t... étais parti faire paître les moutons. D’ordinaire, tu préférais les taches plus physiques. Tu étais l’homme le plus musclé et le plus en vue du village.La fille du chef t’était promise. C’était la plus ravissante et la plus coquette des filles du village. Dans quelques jours, elle aurait dix-huit ans et avec la bénédiction de tous vous vous. We loved her.Her plan to keep Mike from forming the sort of attachment that might prevent him from doing what he had to do had gone down the drain. He now knew what her offer had cost her. While he couldn't inflict physical pain, their session had brought back some of the emotional anguish. Despite that, she was willing to endure it as many times as he needed. Because she loved him.But when she formed the plan to keep her secret, she hadn't known Mike, not really.She hadn't known the staunch. ”“Thanks,” I said.“Now THIS is an interesting development,” Clarissa said.I felt she was right, but I wasn’t going to jump to any conclusions.“Let me return the call before you go off on some wild tangent,” I cautioned.I went to the kitchen and dialed the number Liz had written on the notepad. The call was answered after two rings.“Mrs. Stephens? This is Mike Loucks. I’m returning your call.”“Hi, Mike. How are you?”“I’m great. How is Angie?”“Better.”“What can I do for you?”“I’m wondering if you. She smiled all the time. I thought her smile was always mischievous. She had taste for good things in life. She had long hair, full lips, perky nose, flat oval shaped face, wheatish complexion, fairly thin ass, and peaking breasts. Her breasts, were rather big for her size. Actually, her breasts would be considered as normal for any other lady of good build and height. She was slightly dark complexioned. But I thought that made her sexier. She was not tall but being slim she looked tall enough..