We finally arrived at the bar; it was crowded and loud but a good atmosphere. There were no tables available so we stood at the bar and ordered a coup...e martinis. “Looks like we came to the right place” I said. “Yeah, I can see this is where all the sexy ladies of downtown come to find me” he said jokingly. We continued to drink and joke while we browsed the room hoping to find two women looking for us. The drinks went down faster, the room got blurrier and we started to realize our hunt for. "Hmm! A grower, not a shower, huh?" said Idria. "Well, it's awfully cold in here," he said, "and the thought of fucking a dead guy in the ass isn't doing much to help!" "Maybe this will," Idria said. Lifting the hem of her dress she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. The first thing to catch his attention were her beautiful, huge breasts which were barely contained by the small, lacy bra that held them. Her smooth ebony skin contrasted deliciously with the bra. It was. Yvoine let out a short, sharp yelp of laughter. ‘Bill doesn’t notice anything,’ she commented angrily. ‘I come home with whip marks all over my body, he doesn’t see anything. Each time I get a new piercing I have to point it out to him otherwise he’d never notice.’ ‘Why the hell did you marry him anyway?’ ‘The money,’ Yvoine answered. Bill was a good enough husband, he certainly made enough money working eighteen hours a day to provide her with any material possession she desired. It was only. "Paula hugged her mother again, looking at me over a shoulder with tears of joy (and something else?) in her eyes. I congratulated Mrs. O'shea on her "victory" and she thanked me again before leaving us alone.Paula sat us down and kneeled at our feet. "I have a statue of Eir in my room" she began. I knew Eir was the Goddess of healing so her devotion was self-explanatory. "When I died, my last thought was to wish that I could go back and help my mother" she continued sadly "she died when I was.