. that feels so good..."Kim's words only spurred me on, telling me to do this thing, to take my little girl right there and then. Our mouths were lock...ed in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling deliciously. Her breathing was fast and excited as my hand left her breasts, sliding down to grasp the hem of the nightgown she wore and tug it up to above her belly, leaving her sex bare.My hand moved over her tummy and down to her thighs, finally resting on her lightly downed pussy. She was warm and wet,. The committee had put together a proposal to raise funds, both for the mural and for the fund to benefit the homeless. Doc had already talked to a nationally known paint manufacturer and they had agreed to supply all the paint. Clarice showed a slide show of my work. It seemed like the project was a go.“Mr. Ames, is this what the mural will look like?” the President of the University asked me. Bree was right beside me, filling me in on who was who. Otherwise I wouldn’t have known who I was. ?Excuse me will you Willy,but I must go to the ladies?? Seraphima whispered. An excuse made and Seraphimawas now in the powder room, admiring her perfection in a mirror within the roomof thrones, wondering if she was alone or had discovered her Chinese cousins?coven. The clearing heard themultiple cries of a cornucopia of creatures: the sounds of love and terror; ofpeace and conflict; of life and death. But there was no sight norsound save the mirror?s futile attempt to capture the beauty of a. A glade. Backdropped by shimmering sea. Autumnal. Tranquil. Yellow leaves diffusing bright sunlight as a soothing breeze stirred the branches overhead into a natural musicality. A favourite place in a favoured season. Yet to be found wanting in times of mental turmoil. Sang-froid returning she allowed her eyes to flicker open and wander the thick, white-painted, walls of the cellar; confidence in it’s sanctity total. And calming. Down here it was quiet. Preternaturally so. Not even the thunder.