"I remember so many times when Maggie and I would sit in the room and talk. You know girl talk. She told me so much more about becoming an adult then ...y mother. She even taught me about sex and boys." Carol didn't blush when she mentioned sex. She had caught his look when they were in the front yard and again when she had breathed in deeply. It was something she had done on purpose."Oh? Maggie never told me of those talks, but then why would she. It was private and none of my business, " he. A dizzy wave shot through me as I stared down the slope. It hit me that she was dead.“Cernere's black cunt,” I whispered, the world twisting at strange angles as the blood pounded through my veins. My drunken gaze swept across the bottom of the slope and spotted another fire burning and crackling. It was the feyhound by the corpse and—Zanyia lay on the ground, her body burnt. The clammy hands squeezed my guts now. Was she dead, too? Was Sven? Did we lose more than Ealaín? No one was coming to. I wanted to write a short story about us and what we did, so that can inspire other to meet people too. I have attached the doc file with this email. I hope you would be fine with me publishing it.YoursSplooshmachine.___________________________________________________________Hi Splooshboi,What an amazing way to put our story. I found it a bit flattery. You gave me more credits than I deserve. Also, I found it funny that you couldn’t mention sex or fuck or bed in this email but attached a huge. Deirdre's breathing started to come in pants. He returned to her mouth and then went for her ear. Deirdre gasped and pulled herself against him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hips moved against his thigh.They drew back by mutual, silent agreement."I never taught you that much," she panted."Did I pass then?" With flying colours! That was sensational." I'm glad. What's next?" Well, I told you there were other parts of the body that needed to be kissed." Yes, so?" Well, you.