‘She pains, and I have given her something to help her sleep. The lass will not make the night. Of that I am sure, Cien.’ Looking away, she fought... tears of her own. She blamed herself. She could see into the future, and the past. She should have known. She should have stopped this from happening. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, and she whipped at them angrily. This was all her fault. Taking a deep breath, she forced the guilt back down. ‘She will want ye by her side, Cien, when she. ’ A few minutes later I left on the beer run, whistling a cheerful tune and ignoring all sounds of discontent from the, well… discontented. Evening found Kate and I seated, munching popcorn, at a theatre just south of campus. The movie wasn’t bad—some spies-vs.-smugglers tale of suspense that featured a lot of tense-looking people trying to hunt each other down on a Ukranian freighter, and then a sub, and then the Eiffel Tower. Under other conditions I might have taken issue with the. He got in as well and he was seeing my clean shaven, cute little pink pussy (he told me so) for the first time.He saw my pussy. It looked clean after washing in tub water. He wanted me to stand so that he could see in completely. He took the clean washed pussy in his mouth and started licking it. He chews the lips very delicately at times and rough and tough at times. All the same I was enjoying very much. He then got up and removed my bra. For the first time in his life he is seeing his best. He knew what Hernandez would do to him, and he didn't know what I had in mind. For the moment, it was obvious that Hernandez scared him more than I did. Well, I would just have to try to change his mind."Hugo, I am going to continue cutting off your fingers until you tell me how to find Juan Hernandez. Just let me know when you have had enough." With that statement, I returned to his right hand and started removing fingers, showing him every one as I cut it off. He had nothing but the thumb.