"The shamans used the spirit sword to separate me from the Zibong this morning. They are really happy with us for giving them something new to play wi...h. They have separated a lot of the Zibongs. It is weird seeing all these people walking around that we thought were dead." They are okay?" I asked, "Being a Zibong hasn't changed them?" Well, some of them are a bit quiet. None of them will talk about it at all!"Blaster sat on the other side of us."We just wanted you to know that some things. And she'd always been stronger, faster and braver than any girl her age. Always. She had always been an ass kicking bad ass. In the bedroom no one had ever expected her to be anything except dominant and she had never disappointed. It felt like that was what she was supposed to do, given she was an ass kicking bad ass, and when she became the Slayer even the slightest thought of bottoming became absurd. Even if fucking herself to the idea made her cum harder than a lot of the guys who fucked. " Her name was Amanda. Her story wasn't about traveling or family get-togethers and such. No, her story was much, much different." How so?" I asked, almost wishing I hadn't."Hers was a story of sex ... sex in graphic detail. An uncontrollable urge that started when she met a young woman ... a teacher of hers from her previous school. Amanda was attracted to her instantly and constantly fantasized about her, but somehow kept it to herself, all the way through the school year. It wasn't until the. "Damn, damn!" The cat hissed and scurried away.She stomped down the wide staircase and trotted to the kitchen where it was warm, picked up a freshly-made biscuit and plunked herself down on the tall stool the cook used when she was stirring batter. "Bess," she said to the wide black woman resting near the open hearth, "Got a problem, a big problem." She sighed, loudly."Fus' time ever," said the big woman with a smile. She had known and liked the willful red-headed girl all her life."There's.