”Mark sighed back. “The lost members of Party #1 wouldn’t have been carrying rations.”“Yeah, I know. My group has been talking about that fo... the last hour. It’s been fifty-eight days since the Christmas party. It’s the right time scale for people to be dying from starvation. But why would they be checking out in pairs? Suicide pacts?”Mark gave a low grumble. “Somehow that doesn’t sound quite right. Maybe for one pair, but for so many? I think there’s something about this we’re still not. "Why do you do it?" I asked her, courage and curiosity rampant, her smell and warmth stimulating.She looked at me and raised an arched eyebrow. "None of your damn'd business," she said, pouring more dark wine into her glass from the carafe."Your husband is sporting the biggest pair of horns in the whole Continental army," I said, watching her lick her lips and flare her nostrils."Indeed," said she. "That's just what I intended. I'm proud to hear it." But why?" I insisted."Because he is a bully. She was several pounds heavier than the very beautiful Kimmie. The woman’s tits sagged half way down her chest, and her hair looked as though it hadn’t been taken care of in a long time. It was a tangled weave of dirty blonde hair. The woman’s nose looked as though it had been broken several times and she her face had a long scar across the left side of her cheek, starting from her ear, down to her chin. Around the area of her crotch was a large dildo, attached to her body by tight straps that. He's a carpenter, so he didn't have any trouble making a replica of this!" she smirked as she pulled a wicked-looking dildo from her handbag. "Something else I never leave home without. Never know when the old man may NOT take a notion to jump me."Chaucer and I looked at each other in amazement. "See you back on the train, Homer. Now, I'm going to find that 'lusty bacheler' Squire. My guess is the boy will be 'slepen al the nyght with open eye.'"London, circa 1595:Virago Blue and I stepped off.
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