”The priest put his hand on the large man’s forearm.“And you,” Morane said, smiling slightly. “Yes, we will see how this plays. If Salima is...still alive – and still lives here – then we’ll decide if we stay here or return to Azkoval. If she had moved on with her life – or lost it – then I will mourn for a period and go forward with my new family.”Merritt nodded slightly.“It’s all you can do,” he said. “No one can usurp your happiness. You are solely responsible for how you react. That is a. If he did, he would regret it immediately and confess it to our parish priest. No, that would not happen. But then I thought about Anne's beauty. No one in their right mind could pass up an opportunity to make Anne a sex slave! So, what to do? Then I started hating Anne. She had, after all, betrayed me. With my mother! The bitch! The bitches! I seethed with a need for revenge. I thought about my mother again and dreaded seeing her in the morning. What would she do? What could she do? I. I decided that Swendtra was next in line for my ravishing for the night. I attacked her just like she does to me; I rolled her out from under Pauloa and plowed right in. I slammed into her for about five minutes and wore myself out, but she got her cookies and her cream, so she would be happy. Let's see Pauloa should be next, so I could savor Barbara and then let Fretail plant my stalk in her garden of delight and we could all get some sleep.Pauloa was very sweet tonight, as she wanted slow and. I hadn't had taste buds in months! The man looked down at me and smiled broadly and I blushed. The other customers were pointing and laughing or making accusations. The man at the bar with the bills slapped his thigh and laughed hysterically. I didn't know what to do. The bartender came over and tried to politely escort me outside, but as he reached out to me I pushed him and he fell flat on his back and I rushed past him to the bar."Hi, sweetheart," The bastard said as I approached.