You know that this is my story. I’m telling it. So, do you want me to continue or not?”Of course they did.The pictures were of a fairly good quali...ty, of a talented amateur kind. Vistas of the town, landscapes, the stuff that was, or had been, sold to tourists. Something seemed right. Something seemed wrong.“Come in,” a female voice said, “here is another room where you can see more of my stuff.”The voice had come from behind the coats. There was a narrow passage, its walls as roughly hewn as. "Watch Tarifa, this is another gift that Menya Melda has given to us. You must picture it in your mind first, and then allow it to come over you." Picture what?" Tarifa asked.Dysea took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "The Ahya." (Change.) She said softly. "Feel it around you. Allow it to pass through you, embrace you."Tarifa closed her eyes and relaxed, taking deep breaths as the wind blew across the top of her home slightly. Her elfin ears twitched when she picked up the noise and she. We had already started picking blackberries when the women joined us."We signed you up to start your Junior Year beginning next week," Mother Katie told us, as she checked the bushes. Our Moms returned to the kitchen shortly after that to ready their canning equipment, while the rest of us continued to pick berries.By mid-morning, we had picked everything that was ripe enough, and returned to the house with the fruits of our labor. Our Moms took charge of it. Dad went back out to work on the. He’d given up trying to get free now, instead resigning himself to “suffering” through this ordeal. Truth be told though, Daniel wasn’t sure he wanted to get free.Eventually Daniel grabbed hold of the bedsheets and, with an almighty groan, he unleashed his load into Afericus’ mouth, while Charlie just stroked his skin. When Daniel was finally done, he relaxed, and Afericus moved away, releasing the magical restraints.“So? How was it?” Charlie asked.“That was…wow…” Daniel panted.“Are you.