"Now I just have to get a good score when we test," he said.Ashley giggled. "You'll do well. You listen," she said.I put my arms around Ashley. "I thi...k you could get a better score if you tried again. You are a lot smarter than you pretend. People are going to think you dyed your hair blonde because you are too smart for it to be natural."Ashley giggled louder and then kissed me. "You are so sweet! But I don't want to be a warrior. I want to stay at home and raise babies. And I already have. I pulled down my PJ bottoms & laid down. Amy lubed the head of the wand & went to work on my pussy. She was quite good at it. After all she is a girl & knows what she likes. Amy now had the wand on high. I was bucking my hips, squeezing my legs together. Amy kept working it on my pussy. I could see she was really turned on, nipples pointing, face red & breathing hard. Finally I came. Amy said that's a good one, I can see you creamed your pussy.OK Amy your turn again. Amy laid down and spread. You are now waiting in your cell, with just as food to survive, for the inquisitors who will test you and seal your fate.You hear the lock of the cell and the door opens. Someone in a red cloak enters with a burning torch on his hand, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood. “Meet the inquisitor” said the jailer before closing the door. You know their reputation for pyre building and stare at the man with fear. Even if you know that you are innocent of the murder, the trial and the look of. ’ She finished for him, confident she spoke the truth, yet, for the first time in her life, uncertain of what the words meant. ‘Yes.’ he said, surprised that one so young could see the inadequacies of the words it had taken him a lifetime to discern, or had it? Had he known all along? Sometimes he thought that he had always know and just refused to admit it. To look, to truly look, at anything, even a grain of sand, was to confront the impossibility of real knowledge, the impossibility of.