Befoe he could say anything she said. ' Oh could you pay the taxi please? I am a bit skint this week!'Mick walked down into the road and knocked on th... driver's window. The window came down and a huge Afro Blackman greeted him with a smile of immaculate white teeth, shining out in the dark night.'Hey ma b*o, how's you hanging thar?' he said.' You know's me King Impala-Black King Cabs ter boot...hahah.'' Mick replied nervously,' Oh yes, were you in my house last week speaking with young Sue?''. Otherworldly. Ethereal. My head swam with the incense.The song grew louder. The Oracle's emerald eyes fluttered as she threw back her head. Her maiden's hands gripped the Oracle's ass, holding on tight as she feasted. She seemed to devour her Mistress, her pink tongue sliding through perfect lips.Energy rippled through the pink haze when the Oracle came. Awe overcame me. The Oracle cried out in an ancient tongue. The power rippled through me. Her body heaved one last time and then her eyes. She said Saturday was ourday to drink and relax and not to even think of fuckingit up.The little shit was actually pleasant and both were alittle drunk when she took him to our bedroom. Me, Iwas getting a fucking hard on. Nice guy, huh?He didn’t want her to open his suit case but she didanyway. A baggy of grass fell out and she said that wascool, if he would share it. Then she pulled out a pairof his mother’s cum filled panties. Marci put them toher mouth and smelled and took a. .. spores. Spores. She knew that now.Finally, the it all made sense. She had eons worth of memories; the biologically-encoded memories of a great race, an ancient race. The body of knowledge that filled her brain overshadowed all ethical, political, or religious beliefs; her race-memory was all. She had awakened at long last from a prison of petty, weak, female morality and anxiety, And she knew what she had to do.Increase. Reproduce. Again, and again. It was not a means to an end, reproduction.