.. that’s a large part of the problem, isn’t it? Off you go, into the sweet embrace of total oblivion,” the spirit answered as he dispatched her...with simple cardiac arrest, making her fall dead, too.“Let me guess, another mercy killing? Euthanasia? Good death, as the ancient Greeks called it,” I asked the spirit with a mix of amusement and shock.“More or less. I can’t expect you to slay them all with your dagger and machete. Incidentally, I’ve given said machete magical properties, but only you. I'll be right back." While I headed down the hall, I call back over my shoulder "There's some beer in the fridge if you like." I stepped into the bathroom, looking into the mirror and thought to myself "Girl, what the fuck are you thinking?" But as I pulled my panties down to pee, I realized how wet I was and knew that I needed some dick. I made up my mind that I was going to make the most out of the evening. I decided to leave them in the hamper on my way out. I also removed my bra, leaving. They had a delightful holiday, spending much of their time in bed or walking and lounging in the city park along the waterfront. After the weekend, they knew that they were compatible. By the next Friday, they were talking about the future.“I’ve an idea,” Sybil had said.“Mmm?”“Couldn’t the Captain marry us on the high seas?”“Seriously?”“Yes. Is that real or just in novels or in the cinema?”“Oh, it’s real. In international waters the Captain is lord-of-all-he-surveys.”“Well, then?”“Two things: I. Both of them were very enthusiastic about it, and felt very positive about it. When we were finished with out talk, I realized what they did, didn't hurt anybody and it seemed to strengthen their marriage. It worked for them, and I decided I needed to adjust my thoughts. After that, I decided anything two, or more, consenting adults wished to do with each other, as long as both of them consented to what was happening, then it was all well and good. More power to them.With the thoughts of my.