The door opened as what seemed to be another girl his age. She crept over to him. A strong face! She looked him over. Was he dying or just extremely t...ired? Moon sat up, and made a move for his sword. She moved into a combat position. The girl made a frightened face."Who are you?" Moon asked in a whisper."My name is Yuki" she lied. Her name was actually Snowhalk of the Fuma Clan. Moon weighed what he would say next."My name is Nanashi" Snowhalk struggled to keep her face passive. Nanashi? wasn't. He had a hard time keeping a neutral expression and missed most of what she said. He felt that was okay though, because he could always bug her about it again later.They exchanged gifts when they got back. Rob had to hustle to his bedroom to get hers, and he laughed at her delight with the bracelet he gave her. He showed off the charms and explained the significance of each. She laughed at the fanged pumpkin and cooed for the heart. Corny as it was she was still pleased that he gave her his. She just stopped mid-sentence, pressing her lips together, letting out a very controlled exhale. Yet her control didn’t last long, the moment I pressed my tongue against her clit she let out a moan again, and soon there was no stopping her, there was just moaning and panting, her back convulsing with horniness. I got what I wanted. I could sedated her again, press the chloroformed rag into her face once more, to assure me her unconsciousness and make certain she wouldn’t remember or. Is, even now, a pretty religious country and morals are still taught. Back then though; the swinging sixties hadn't had much impact on our wee province. On the catholic side, the priest's word still had power, and on the protestant side, the Orange Order and the Black Preceptory were still staunchly religious and required members to adhere to Christian standards. Sadly, the canker of turning a blind eye to the hoodlums in our midst has eroded much of this. We supped with the devil but didn't.