It seeped into my body as doubts crept into my mind; nothing was going to happen. This wasn't going to work—the Tyrants were just a myth. Nothing mo...re than history that had been distorted by a thousand years of embellishment by storytellers and priests, or by mothers trying to frighten their children into behaving.I knew all the stories, relishing them as a child: the Tyrants, Mark and Mary, who could enslave you with a single word, and who commanded the forces of nature itself; silver-tongued. Not immediately, but it will come true. Now, I must rest, my friend."He turned over and slipped into a deep sleep. Torkak sighed "About a year ago, he started sleeping heavily like this. Everytime he wakes, we talk and he frequently talked about the battles that we were in with you. And he kept telling me that he would see you again before he died."I could see tears in Torkak's eyes as he covered the old man with the blanket.*******I had my choice of fourteen women that his soldiers captured. And proceeded to tell him a little about it. Jensen just kept looking at me like I was an alien. I said "Oh COME ON Jen, you've seen some of the crazy things we've done, hell, you've helped us don't gimme that look!" Jensen said to Ben, "But you won't let ME and Sherry get it on?" Ben put his hand up and said "1st of all you have a girlfriend. and 2nd, shut the fuck up" Jensen sat back looking at us both while we ate dinner, smiling. "Well", he said, "it was fucking hot watching you both the. The symbolism of being carried over the threshold of the room in my wedding dress hammered another spike of sorrow through my heart. He set me on the floor and offered me his bed. “Take your clothes off and get in, I’ll get you some tea.”I pulled off my clothes and dug out one of Zach’s t-shirts to put on then slipped into my cousin’s bed in shirt and panties thinking this was not how I should be spending this night. Greg was supposed to be undressing me, kissing, fondling, holding and having.