My irrational fear had stopped me each time. My heart raced, chest muscles clenched. Fighting fear was truly exhausting! I talked myself out of going ... few more times, but eventually, my desire to improve my writing became bigger than my fear of graveyards. I knew which graveyard I had to visit – the Shelley family vault. Maybe, if I was lucky, some of the Shelley family brilliance would rub off on me ... if I could force myself to touch the gravestone.Easy to find, the church was situated in. As her fingering became more vigorous, Jayne started to gasp for air, Saras name briefly etched on the edge of every single moan. Without even being there, I knew that every muscle is Jayne was clenching, her arms no longer supporting her weight, she flopped back, her legs kicked into the air at the same moment Sara pulled her fingers out of Jaynes tightening pussy, her juices running freely from her as her perfect ass bucked into the air, the full extent of her orgasm visible in her epileptic. At least for now.”The Brigadier looked around and couldn’t help himself, “I hope you haven’t got anything too strenuous in mind.”Andrew chuckled, “Not until we’ve all gone through the augmentation process, I haven’t and in all seriousness I hope you are never needed to fight. The forecast is that the Sa’arm won’t reach Albion for at least thirty years, and that’s only if the human race doesn’t do anything about it in the meantime. The more likely estimate is that it is going to be something. Miss Douglas, that’s my teacher, let’s us paint and we are doing numbers, and in the afternoon she reads to us—I can read some things myself, but it’s nice when Miss Douglas reads the words. Mummy reads to me at home.”“Great! Do you have a favourite book or story, Fran?” She thought about this then nodded: “The one about Aslan and Narnia.”“Oh, you mean The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe?” She smiled and nodded: “Yes, that one.”“You know, Fran, that was one of my favourites, too; I think I’ve.