“I didn’t want to say it,” Minx admitted, “but, yes. Amazing. He didn’t even look at me. No one has reflexes like that.”“The Ritual of t...e Womb,” Sophia said. “Two knights and two priestesses united as spiritual siblings all reborn in Slata’s metaphorical womb.” She shuddered. “Sounds so icky.”“Pregnancy and birth is part of womanhood,” Angela pointed out.“The icky parts,” blanched Sophia. “The parts that require a man. Saphique was wise to distance herself from it and embrace femininity in its. ”“Good. Now, everybody else listen up please.” The colonel turned his attention from the terminal to the men seated in every chair in the room. These men did not look like the types who spent much time sitting in a room full of office cubicles. These were the types who burrowed themselves into a small bluff with an outcropping of bushes for days at a time, not moving more than a few inches a day, waiting for the right time to fire that one shot for that one kill. These were the types of men who. And I heard this whacking sound, and Ludovic screaming.So I peeked into his bedroom and it was some weird shit. Olene had Ludovic bound over the high laundry basket, with his freakin’ head in the basket, right? And he was in his birthday suit—she was wearing kind of a tacky leather shortie dress—hurt my fashion sense just to look at it, but there WAS a plunging cleavage.And she was using a saucepan from the kitchen as a paddle, and making really nasty red marks on Ludovic’s bare butt. hitting. ..He had silky dark brown hair and smoking dark brown eyes. His skin was a beautiful light tan. "My names Jason," He held out a hand. "Jasmine Jearu. Most people call me J.J." I smiled. "Well, J.J...would you like to go on a date with me?" He smiled. "Sure, what the hell." I muttered.Soon, we had engaged in conversation and he talked about how his sister Rachel died of lung cancer. "She was the best." He murmured. Dusk fell and the park was now closed. "Shall I walk you home?" He.