“So I beg that you forgive my presumption, your grace, but I am near the end of my life. If I am truly lucky, I will have but a dozen or a score mor... years ahead of me. I cannot go beyond the Shadow and face my Lord again in death with such a tarnished record. However, it seems that the man responsible for earning some measure of justice for Lord and young Lady Gauthi has a cause of his own, a cause that seems, in my mind, to be worthy.“While I disagree with how you have chosen to fund this. “A what?” “There look.” “It’s a crow,” said Holly, unimpressed. “It’s a fucking Chough! It’s got an orange beak.” “If you say so. Anyway, how did you get on with Brad? Spill.” “Nothing to tell, really.” “Don’t give me that, Lisa. You were all over him in the 19th.” “Maybe I was.” “Is he well hung?” “Holly!” “Well… it’s not like you to be unforthcoming on the details.” “He’s okay.” “Seven… eight?” “I don’t know. Seven and some, I guess!” “Phwooar! I bet you got your end away good and proper!”. "No way," was the usual reposte from the speaker's date, or a nearby girl. "Lucky, fucking bastard," was also uttered by the senior football jock from the one date I'd had the previous year. I just gave them all an enigmatic smile.When we finally got to the dance in the gym, I was about to bust. I'd eaten too much, my date looked good enough to eat, and I felt deliciously sexy. God help me, I was so aroused that my panties were wet with my girl juices and my nether regions burned with a desire. She then made the interior of the garage as much like a bedroom as she could, with erotic pictures that she’s borrowed from Mouse that were in fact promotional photographs of productions she’d been involved in. Any discriminating visitor would have soon established that there were rather more pictures of Mouse than of anyone else. However, discriminating visitors were not what Kedi was anticipating as she set up a stall outside the garage, just by the door that led into it from the side. It was.