"You need to talk to someone." Maxie shifted, probably rolling onto his back. I tried to picture him lying there under his duvet, the sculpted plains ...f his chest and abs, golden-brown skin that looked delicious, like chocolate adverts at Christmas time."I talk to you." I replied, already knowing how the next part of this conversation would play out."And that's good," I felt, rather than heard, him brush the wall with his hand, "But you really should talk to someone about what happened. Someone. Neither Blaise,nor, for that matter, my father, would like us to acquire a taste foreasy victory." Is that why they handicapped you with such poor troops?" Ehh? No actually they aren't too bad, no different than what we havebeen facing. Some in fact are quite a bit better. The problem is with howpoorly Blaise, and I guess myself, have led them. Attacking fortifiedpositions, letting enemy forces link together, never utilizing ournumerical superiority with any wisdom." But why?" Feraleen asked.. Holly perked up, Really?! I been wanting to taste some more ever since I tried it! No fair Holly! Sam glared, You already had some, its my turn! Okay girls, head into the living room while I clean up, I said. And when I get back, I am going to show you firsthand how to get that gooey stuff. I nervously put away dinner and locked all of the doors and windows (just to be safe). I slowly walked into the living room where I was greeted by two nine year old girls, smiling away at me. My erection. I opened my eyes and gradually began to see - first her face, morelovely than any words could suggest. Her eyes warm with compassion,adorable as the purest child's, unfathomable as the greatest saint's.Her smile was so profound, so unconditional, so accepting, that it droveaway my ego and my impurity and my shame.She was twice my size and wore a flowing white dress that seemed to fillthe room. It danced with her every movement and conspired with her darktresses to create ever-new visions of.