I saw delicate embroidery and red pearl slippers peeping and teasing me, weeks - perhaps months of painstaking work in each of them.Dear, wonderful Go..., what wonders you perform!Oh my!She was the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons!The Marquis!The man who'd condemned me to this tomb and who'd decreed I should be eternally imprisoned! The monster who'd arranged for me to be buried in the catacombs and to wander aimless and lost, who'd single-handedly destroyed my existence, who'd taken my family,. Nothing over the top, like male strippers, but with a group of quiet, shy church girls, we had a great time. We normally don’t drink much, so with a few fruity cocktails consumed, we were loosening-up a lot by the time they started giving me gifts to open. We were giggling and joking about “boys” and “sex”. A couple of my girlfriends were married, so they had the attention of the single girls whenever we needed “real” information.Of course, I received a lot of guidance on what to do in the. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. "Yes, I will wait here with you. As usual, you are probably right, knowing how to do these things."After ten or fifteen minutes we start up the hill towards our quarry. We each have another broad head nocked and ready. We find my goat not far away. It has a good lung shot close to the heart. It has bled out quickly.Her goat is several hundred feet higher and still breathing. We come on it and it jumps up to make another dash; we each put another arrow into it. Mine hits him in the chest and.