The butterflies in her tummy tried to tell her another story but Lani tried hard to ignore them."You look so pretty, Mom," said Heather. "Doesn't she,... Devon?" You look absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Dwyer," Devon agreed enthusiastically. "Danny won't be able to resist you." Heather elbowed Devon in her side. "Ow," the young neighbor cried. "I didn't mean it like that," she protested although she really did."I think I know what you mean, Devon," said Lani although it wasn't clear to her at all. She. Looking fearful and unsure of who I am, she decides that she should probably say what she thinks I want to hear. She can see the jealousy in my eyes. Your cumslut replies, "It is your Master's cum." I quickly retort, "Then what are you doing with my man's cum on your face you unfaithful cunt?" She begins to open her mouth to respond and I quickly shhhsh her. I bend over and now whispering in her ear, "Well we need to clean that off of you. You are wearing something that doesn't belong to you.. Of course, with 500 years of learning and reading, he should have been such.Truth be told, I had been drawn to the library not in search of Sophia, the Goddess of Wisdom but by Calliope, the Muse of Epic poetry and therefore, of rapes. Most of the books were in Latin, the language of the learned even now. A few more were in Greek with their strange runes and some few were in English. There were plays by Marlowe and a fellow unknown to me then, Shakespeare. Then I found a few journals in French,. ” “K. Follow me. I’ll call on the way.” I got in my car and followed her to a familiar apartment complex. “Do all the dealers in town live here?” I wondered to myself. We circled the buildings and parked in the back. I got out of my car and followed her along the walk way.“He’s expecting us.” She stated.“Who’s he?” I was curious. You never know what kind of people you’ll come across in the drug game.“Oh you know him…” We stopped in front of apartment #116. She knocked lightly once, paused, and.