They broke down into their constituent parts and sat upon a high bench as if they were court judges.Seven stood. "By the powers invested in me from on... high."One of the members of the Cassandra Cartel stood. "I object. There are no gods and therefore there can be no investiture." You think not?" Seven said. "I shall present you with a performance of said powers."From her seat she tore him asunder ... quartered is the word used ... but he did not die. She rejoined him."Convinced?" No. It is but a. .I was at a birthday party and even though i was with my wife, a much older woman, married, gave me 'that look' with just the slightest twist of a wry smile before taking a sip of her drink and waltzing away to join another group of women. I stood there, mesmerized, when she came up behind me and blew a puff of air in my ear... ohhh fuck....'Cum...' she beckoned. I looked around to see my wife in a discussion with others, animated and not paying attention, her back squarely to me, so we. . sort of. Not knowing what else to do, he went and sat down in the other chair.Mitch put another page face down on top of the others. He took a sip of the lemonade, but didn't stop reading or look at Kris. He set the glass on the end table without looking at it. Five long minutes later, he was holding ... and reading ... the last page.Mitch reached for the lemonade next to his chair. He took a sip and put it back. Almost carefully, he picked up the sheaf of pages and held them by the sides,. Dallas curled his lip up. I dont like yellow. Why not purple? Zara gave a smirk but Dallas rolled his eyes. Oh, come on, Dallas. Purple would be nice. Purples for girls, he grumbled. And, Im not that feminine. To me you are, I smiled. Zara waved us off while she laughed. Get out of here. Eris, keep that if you need. We walked away and Dallas followed me out of the library. While walking, he switched hands and palmed my backside with his strong grip. Hey! Dallas gave me an innocent look. Ass is.