The older ones knew Macha Morrigan very well, a goddess of death, blood, women. Sometimes of sexuality and wealth, she was a triumvirate goddess, and ...the mother was before me. There was the crone and the maiden, and all these jibed with my memories. If souls could exist so could goddesses, I supposed. ‘Supposing I believe that, what the hell just happened?’ Setting the lockbox down she reached for the saddlebags over my shoulder and grabbed it, making me wince as my arm was brushed. ‘Ow!’ ‘You. Growing up in an era when Pantyhose didn't exist, the sound of the swishing nylon covered legs worn by sexy women on a daily basis were a common place. That sound kept echoing in my head but, I didn't know why. Too young to figure. But then, the crossing of legs and the dangle of the High Kitten Heeled Pump gave way to that Sheer Foot and Reinforced Heel of the Stocking. I was mesmerized. I had to feel them. I had to touch them. But how? Go into my moms stocking drawer? Okay, now what? Try them. Jesus and Domingo were not the type to try anything with me, but it never hurt to be careful. If they did try to do anything, I'd be giving them a real bad fever for their troubles. We had always gotten along really well in the past, mainly because they knew that I wasn't someone who would consider turning the other cheek. They had tried me with their little thieving things, several times in fact, just hoping to figure out what they could and couldn't get away with, but I kept them in line when. Ab samsya ye thi ki maine bhi kabhi kunwari chut nahi phaadi thi. Phir bhi main use bola isha tu chinta mat kar main tujhe bade aaram se sab maje doongaTo vo boli ki jaake pehle market se condom le aao. Maine kaha theek hai tab tak tum apni kunwari choot pe sarson ke tel ki maalish karo . Main market se condom ka packet le aaya aur phatafat andar aake door lock kiya. Aaya to dekha ki isha ne mere laptop pe bf chala rakha tha aur aaram se baithe hue apni chut me ungli kar rahi thi. Lekin vo.