Feast prayer of the Rowdillan tribeOlady God-Mother thanks for your blessings and bedtime stories.May you always kiss our booboos.God-Mother Day praye...r from the Pwetorika tribeThe fifty one tribes all spoke the same language, and all worshiped the same deities. They all had dogs, who were serious and respected, large and black. A dog could and would chastise a child who was endangering them self or another, the dogs were protective and could usually persuade one of the striped fangers to go. She immediately wrapped her legs around his lean hips and started rubbing herself up and down on his stomach. Her actions had his shirt riding up and she could feel the muscles in his abdomen. The friction she created had her panting in his arms. He placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed her body into his, trying to hold her still. He was breathing hard and he ripped his mouth from hers. “Where are we going?” he rasped out. “Here, I need you now; I can’t wait until we get. "Alpha Core 13 D, what an unexpected surprise. What hole did you crawlout of?" asked the lead Delta. I could feel another one close by, butwasn't about to give them an opening by looking for him.I feinted in, then side stepped, my back slash disabling one of theremaining Alpha's and drawing blood from a Delta.He screamed in rage as I just smiled silently, not rising to the bait."So you're a criminal now? Helping the scum who've turned their backs onour nation?" said a fourth Delta, the obvious. That was more a romantic orientation than a sexual one, anyway. Sexually, I'm submissive, and that's pretty much all there is to it. Joel wasn't into that sort of thing, and I didn't see him that way anyway, but this wasn't sex. This was something more than that.I felt like one of those middle aged guys having a midlife crisis, only I'm a woman and I was only in my twenties. The problem was mortality. I know that death's necessary for life, for each species to evolve, for us to get to the state.