We can leave this place. Together." Don't be stupid. I can't leave." Why not?" he asked reasonably.She opened her mouth to answer him, then stopped. B...cause I've always been here, she had been about to say. The Snow Maid lives in the World Below. That is what the legends told. That is what others believed.But if the one who was the prime source of her belief chose to believe otherwise...She gasped, and he nodded, following her thought."If I believe that the Snow Maid can leave the World Below. I say mine’s a Victorian face: but post-modern too. I’ve got a labret piercing, the smooth round ball setting my mouth off like an exclamation point, neat, steely, decisive. And a pierced eyebrow, a steel banana bell in my right brow, to set off my sarcastic little eyebrow-arching fits just so. I’m very happy with them. Maybe it sets other people off, so what? Nobody complains to my face, at least with the parents at a distance. If you ask me why I have my piercings, I won’t tell you the truth–. She would know better next time. Neeka and Lori also congratulated her and Neeka patted her on the back. She smiled at the complements. She couldn't have given that many blowjobs and she deserved to be encouraged. I remembered how many I had given and thought that this one might have put her ahead of me."Is there any soda left?" Sara asked, pitifully. She badly needed something to wash down all the cum clinging to her throat."There's lots in the fridge," I said. "Come with me and we'll get you. In a heartbeat, if he made it a condition of my getting his cock in me. Maybe he thinks pregnant women don't fuck. Or maybe he just hasn't thought about it. That would be the end of everything," she wailed. "He could make me give up medicine and stay home making babies for him in a fucking trailer, if he wanted to. When his cock is in me, I'm totally in his control."I had always dreamed about a woman so hot for sex that she was helpless. Now I'd actually encountered one. It wasn't me that drove.