She couldn't find a good reason not to let him in and so she opened the door wide and let him in. He turned and looked at her."Okay look I know it sou...nds silly coming to you, but you saw what happened. I mean okay I don't know if it was meant to end that way." He was looking for some kind of support but only got a stare from her. "But I've been thinking about how much our noise making may have disturbed you." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry if it did, But it's over now." He walked up. Three of the adults went down to the ocean with us thenext morning, and we spent a lot of time playing in thewater, splashing and dunking each other and riding thebreakers on air mattresses. By lunchtime I was tiredand after we ate, I pulled my bed into the shade out onthe porch and took a nap. I hadn’t done that for a longtime and my mother asked if I was feeling all right. Ijust smiled and said I was tired.I woke suddenly with Ginny worming her way under mythin blanket. She giggled.. Both the rat and I seemed to have outclassed our attackers with the sort of skill that was probably the result of long training or experience. The most audacious and unexpected swings of my blade seemed to come naturally, and I could predict my opponent’s actions long before they happened. Perhaps even before they’d thought of it themselves. It struck me as odd that although I’d lost my memory, I still remembered how to fight. It was strange as well because I didn’t feel like much of a hero.. .....excretes the musk of Priapus from our glands, Cocklovers fermones that only a fellow worshipper can detect.We call on the Cockulus inside us to fill our lips with the prayers we recite when we worship. It does not matter whether I am by myself stroking, deep in edged pleasure or with a whole congregation of fellow worshippers......my lust is filled through my Cockloving spirit, Cockulus. There are holy hours and holy days where we pay special honor to Priapus, showing Him our devotion.