I look down at her, breathing in the sight of her; her eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she breathes heavily and a moan or whimper escapes from de...p in her throat every so often.She must have noticed that I was watching her, as her eyes open slowly and look back up into mine. One hand on my waist to push up into my heated sex as the other ghosts gently over my face, caressing my skin. She lays soft kisses all over my face, still keeping a steady but slow pace with her hips, and stops when. . well.”“Triggers, Doc?” asked George.“Epileptic fits have triggers. Remember when I said the wires cross, causing a short? Well, something has to cause those wires to cross. The most famous cause is fast flashing lights. You’ve all seen epileptic fit warnings on movies and video games that have lights that flash past a certain frequency. There are other triggers too though – being too tired, too much alcohol, certain drugs – if you have structural issues in the brain there are usually some. A car drove past me going very slow as Kathy watched. She thought, "That's perfect. One of her neighbors has now seen her naked. But it won't be the last one to see her or her slutty daughter."Kathy watched for a little while, then opened the trunk. I jumped when it opened. But I did as I was told to do and turned to get Mistress Kathy's luggage. I pulled the 2 bags from the trunk carrying them to the porch after closing the trunk. Once I had them on the porch, I turned facing the street,. Ahead was the last leg to Beka Valley. Some would think of settling there, others would continue towards the sea. Others still would wander the world with never a place to lay their head. Mark Whistler – the fourth guard - was one, he had travelled with cattle and people and saw little difference. He found that now he craved silence. At Beka Valley he would take his meagre earnings and wander off, to be found four years later by wandering hunters, a wizened and emaciated creature unable to.