There, in bold text, was her name. Skye O'Donnell.When we were together, she'd dreamt of being a writer. I guess we both had, although my own skills d...idn't stretch much beyond the occasional dirty story. When I was overseas, I'd check sometimes to see if her name had broken onto the bestsellers list. But, of course, there are a lot of good writers and not many even get published.Except that now, Skye had.I'd spent so long with e-readers, I'd almost forgotten the excitement of holding a brand. I planted each carving wherever I finished it as a signpost in the curved landscape. The children were always excited to come across one they remembered from a previous circumnavigation.Hearing a small cry, I looked up. Ananya was crouched on the riverbank with her sister and mother, the curved line of her spine visible in her slim brown back as she bent forward in concentration, working on a puzzle of interconnected multicolored cubes. Hotene had fallen behind the day’s lesson in tensor. I just pulled her blouse buttons & boobs popped up they were soft I could hardly see as it was dark to my luck there was a car going due to the headlight I got a clear view of her pink nipples with super shaped boobs . I was sucking them like a starving baby, biting her nipples, she was going crazy. The fact of getting caught in public made me wilder. She was scared too. She said let’s stop as it’s not safe. I just requested for 2 min more Raised her sari & unzipped my pants released my cock. Go wash those tears from your eyes. They won’t deter me from my duties. Take a few minutes to think and come back in here and give me a reason to make some other decision.”Cindy ran to the bathroom, crying like the woman I first met in Uvalde.“Derek, what are your feelings about the Agreement? I suppose we could send you back to your old life, if you feel obligated to honor it.”“No. I do need to talk to her today though and explain it to her.”He nodded. I got up and refilled our coffee.Cindy.