They would have to be in small groups, and were probably using the handful of local villages as garrisons. “We ride for the nearest village, and war... any farms or hamlets along the way that the Heralds have been burning homes, but we don’t go too far out of our way.”“What about the people? Where will they go?” Smythe asked.Aran smiled at him. “I think I know just the place.”***ELAINA FAIRBORN – The East Bank of the Emerindrelle, Southwest of the Karvani Mountains, Ekistair***Elaina woke from a. Good heavens, if he wasn’t, what would I be doing in this dungeon?’ ‘Darling, let me lick your wounds again.’ Dorinda disposed herself upon the bench. Terry’s mouth and tongue sought a whip cut, laved it busily and went on the to next. They did this for each other throughout the day. They made factual the old expression of ‘licking one’s wounds’. A whipped girl cannot bathe in a dungeon or find salve for cut skin. They could not lick their own. But they could employ the oldest remedy upon each. I had to finish grading papers, pack, arrange to get Shadow delivered to the House, and arrange details like having mail forwarded. Sean took care of plane tickets, but I had to get to Manchester to use them. The garage helped with that. I dropped off the clunker. They would deliver Shadow to New Jersey. In the meantime, one of their guys drove me to the airport. I was on the flight before I considered what meeting Sheila would be like.It was too late to change how I was dressed. I switched a. I was starting to wonder if I should have let it go as far as it had. Shit, she was old enough to be my mother – literally – but what we’d done had been one of the most sexually arousing experiences I’d ever had. Oh god… should I try to pretend it had never happened? And what was she thinking now, lying in her bed with Sally – freshly-fucked Sally – in the same room? Had she mentioned anything to her daughter? I didn’t think she would have, but who was I to know?All I knew was that all this.