The last time Iosoan had marched into battle there had been a song. Not an ancient folk-song or a whimsical hunting chorus, but a great battle-song th...at lifted heart and mind. Written in a low register for fighting men to sing, its lyrics had echoed across the land as army after army toppled to the young heir of Lei. And decades later as the same man again led his army to battle, that old song churned the depths of his memory and rang inside his ears. After the last battle and the defeat of. As she watched the dozen other inmates meetings with loved ones, she wondered what she’d say to her mother if Rochelle walked in.“Having fun yet?” Diana’s mother smirked as she sat down across from the smooth white table, a look a pity covered her face. “Diana, what are you doing here?”“You know why I’m here,” Diana muttered, looking away. “I hurt that girl.”“Uh, huh,” Rochelle nodded. “And when are you going to pay for what you did to the house?”“Mom,” Diana whispered.“Seriously, Di,” Rochelle. She started grinding up on me.After a while we both hit the bar for another drink. She was in-front of me grabbing us some MGD's while her ass was rubbing up on my cock. I didn't care who was watching, I was looking to hit that.We went back to the dance floor with our drinks and were even closer than before. At one point she was nibbling on my right ear while we danced and grinded. She stopped nibbling on my ear to speak."Wanna get out of here?"Sweet music to my ears...As we went to grab our. We knew which words neededto be said, which gestures had to be made, regardless of the time and place andcircumstances, we had this planted in our minds for a while. Not knowingconsciously, but knowing for real."What are you saying?" Her voice almost inaudible.And I just pulled her closer, using force. Yes, force, it was not an assured,confident gesture of a great lover, it was force."You keep teasing me. Don't deny it. I can see what you want. Don't deny it. Isee what you want."She tried to.