" It's ten minutes, at least. Three cars pass by, but no horns honk, nobody howls at the naked teenager on this rickety porch. I knock again. "Come ...n in." Inside, it's gloomy-dark, broken only by the glow of the TV. "Let's Make a Deal" is on. (How appropriate!) People shriek and jump up and down on the screen, just to my left. Sam is straight ahead in his recliner, his feet up. His friend Franklin is there on the sofa, as always. He acknowledges me; Sam is focused on the TV. Again, I. Is there any chanceof saving his manhood but leaving him sterilised or is full SRS the onlyoption?" We will only know for definite when I have him on the table but therewas some damage to the penis. If it has affected the renal track thenI'll perform SRS otherwise I will attempt some miracle to keep him male.With his parents trapped we will need to go before a judge." I know and with the options open he will have to involve the OfficialSolicitor to act on Simon's behalf. Once we have him out. He didn’t have time to wonder if she felt it too, for the valet was already turning him toward the ceremony. They both continued to the platform and knelt there. The wedding ceremony was two hours long and consisted of getting up, sitting down, walking nine times together around the fire (for each of the nine lifetimes they were to be together), putting various things in the fire as offerings, and repeating vows as instructed. She was very quiet but occasionally he would see a flash of green. Because of Throwia. The Goddess of Suffering had finally taken notice of me. That was a dangerous thing. I needed to be on my toes against her intrusion.On my guard.“Diane,” I said. “You are a beauty, Diane. Just a beauty. I’m glad to have you in my harem.”Her eyes lit up at my words. She quivered there, such a big smile on her lips. I loved it. I was glad to see it. She would be loved by my harem. I couldn’t wait to bring her back and let my mother fuck her. My sisters. Lasla with her strap-on.