.. can I be one of your wives, like my sister Desiree?”“Actually, I hope for all of the Gods to be married to each other, and perhaps more than a ...ew of the angels to the Gods, too. How does that sound? Don’t worry about the inequality of it ... it’s unavoidable in this case, and at least it’s not your first spouse that is your superior or inferior, is it?” I answered, much to the delight of my sister-in-law.“And the rest of us are to be angels, then?” Saajida wondered aloud.“Naturally,” I told. ”I striped down ... what is it about big sailboats and all over tanning?Flint has a center ... hull. On big cats it’s a ‘splitter’ that splits large waves ... keeps the spray off the salon. Flint’s not a trimaran ... the center is a runway for the anchor chains, and the port and starboard trampolines to connect so they don’t sag ... but it’s sorta deep too. Like three feet deep and nearly seven feet wide at the salon end. It tapers to a point and the jib furler is at the tip. It’s probably the. I was from far away, how could it possibly matter? Who would have thought two such different languages would have a word, but not the meaning, in common?Tanda meant death or killing, to these people. Very few cultures warm to you if you introduce yourself as Death. You would think a thorough university education would have at least mentioned that you had to check everything and assume nothing, even to the smallest, simplest detail.Tanda's second winter had seen a particularly harsh season.. Around her ankles she had another set of red leather cuffs to match those around her wrists. Jess had slicked her hair back and it was held tightly in a pony tail. She had applied her make up heavily with thick red lipstick on and all I could think about was sliding my cock into that mouth even though I knew it was not to be. With large silver hoops hanging from each ear she looked like the sexiest slut I could imagine and my cocked throbbed in my pants, fully erect and aching for release..