They will ask me a thousand questions.Harsh was in his room. Amisha took me to her bedroom and locked me inside. I was alone in the room waiting for A...isha to throw me out of the house. After a while, Amisha came back in the room and walked to me. I was sitting by the edge of the bed, praying that no one finds about me and Amisha.Amisha came and stood in front of me. I looked at her and she planted a kiss on my lips. I was shocked by her sudden move. I broke the kiss.Me: What are you doing?. The angels, many more than necessary, were sensual women done in loving detail. Like sweet Sirens the angelic females of her triptych glorified none but themselves. The artist had excited her with this tri-fold mural. As she had at each of her ‘devotionals’ Lydia feasted her envious eyes on their detached beauty. They floated in a blue firmament. For Lydia her small open triptych was a window into a different heaven. Glorifying open arms revealing a thinly veiled eroticism the countenances. Hence my flare for the dramatic."Standing up, Randal began to walk slowly around the desk, coming to astop behind me. Turning, I couldn't help but cower a bit. I just didn'tlike the way he looked at Shannon's body. An obvious lust was clear."But why? Why do this? What do you gain?" I stopped and closed my eyes,ready to try a different tactic. "If you return us to how we were, Iwon't tell a soul. I'm sure Shannon could be persuaded to do the same."I opened them and looked at the boy, pleading as. Feeling his fingers deep inside her cunt, skillfully massaging the oil into her sex, the holyman was like some ancient tribal craftsman lovingly polishing a statue dedicated to some dark God.This slight respite from Emily's ordeal allowed her a moment to realize that the holyman's strange chanting was being echoed seemingly from the crudely carved statues that he had arranged, and the warm sea breeze carry the sound of ancient drums from somewhere far away.The holyman allowed himself a moment.