He nodded to himself and muttered a few words while he began stripping off his cloak and boots. With a few more mumbled curses, the hulking man quickl... took off the remainder of his outer clothing, revealing his burnished, rune covered armor to the solitary candle on the mantle. ‘For a drunk, that man had better reflexes than most. And good steel too… At this rate I’m going to have to visit the smithies in Hagabor earlier than I thought.’ The warrior continued mumbling to himself as he piece by. His wife scrubbing the floor of the living room, muttering that “spillages tended to smell if they were going to do that trick again, the floor needed tile`s!” He grinned broadly, saying as he picked up his snapping bag that “it was fun though wasn`t it!” her reply was to tell him to “bugger off,” but it was said with a broad grin. The week went slowly, Saturday seeing them at the club once again, Terry appearing late as usual, and dancing with each woman as before, Lina confiding in Nan in the. Prudence made mini-dresses for all three of us,using a giant abstract Marimekko print in shocking pink, orange anddeep purple. On Diana, with her rather masculine looks, it seemedalmost grotesque, while Prudence's own coloring was wrong, but onCybill we all three of us agreed it looked smashing. Easter Sundaywas a bright soft day, and Joanna and Harriet joined us for a ratherearly brunch, both of them dressed in cotton shirt-waisters in apastel print, coming to just below the knee."Let's all go. I have masturbated to my mother's icon, worshipped her with my body, offered sacrifices of cream - gallons, and used a forest worth of tissue in communion with the spirit of the "White Lady". From the living room wall, she who's scowl cannot mask her beautiful face and who's other attributes were never in dispute as to their appeal; she, my mother, is my object of devotion and love, my deviant desire.Despite the bare butt prominently in place in our 'palace', nudity is not usual in our home. It.