All three of the women had passed out, their figures limp from exhaustion, legs slightly buckled. After conferring with his fellow rebels, Gorlann wal...ked back over to her. “You see those three pussies? They come from the family of a senator. The middle one is the senator’s younger sister. The other two are the senator’s aunts. He was seen on the city walls before Bheketha fell, but his body was not among the dead. We know that he is in hiding and that he can’t be far. Having him in our custody. ” Then she gathered up the wad of money, turned, and walked away. “Thanks, Vickie, I think,” he mumbled as he watched her perfect ass disappear behind the bar. He rose from his his chair, waved and with unheard thank you left the bar.Late that afternoon he stared at the serviette beside the telephone. Several times his hand reached for the phone ready to say his well-rehearsed lines only to be drawn back by a lack of courage. Finally, desire and curiosity overcame his reluctance. He. The lace of her conservative black dress swept toward Marcella menacingly. It saddled her neck with a folded white collar and pinned auburn buttons down the sable column guarding her body. Given a headdress, one might have mistaken her for a nun.“It’s late Marcy” She said. The stack of letters in her hands was tied with a pale blue ribbon. The postman’s signature seal. “There’s nothing from your parents yet, and these letters will be here in the morning”The excitement drained from Marcella’s. Julia the pig entered carrying a tray that contained four wine glasses and a bottle of wine that said something about the Pyrenees on it, and boasted a two hundred year vintage. That sounded like a very expensive bottle of wine. She didn’t question it though. If her companions were capable of giving her a new body, who knew how old they were. As expected, the wine was splendid. It was an absolute mind fuck for her tongue and her nose. The wine was both jammy and leathery, and complex according.