Then it was my turn. The flickering fires,the torches, and the half moon in the sky,threw their light on the faces and the naked bodiesof the men and ...the women who gathered around me,some covered in blood, all showing their arousal,penises erect, labia open and glistening with moisture,and unexpectedly I felt a strange excitementto be at the center of their attention,to be the object of the desireof all those people, savages,but beautiful, noble and strong,and to be deemed worthy to give. Privately, I love that shit so, hell yes, bring it on.~~~~I was gardening as usual — what else is there to do these days? — when a black Mercedes rolled into the driveway. My guy greeted a dark, big-chested but not very tall man and I watched and grinned as they chatted for a moment. He was well dressed and when he looked at me, that was my cue to walk over and be introduced.I liked his African accent and he kissed my cheek and held my hand as I led him indoors and showed him the spare bedroom.. Iwas even more embarrassed for fainting--no real warrior would do that!But oh! I was glad to see him there. He held my head and looked at mewith a mix of grave concern, relief, and--was there something else in hisface, too?"I have to ask you first, Marisa. What are you doing here? The wholeCouncil is in an uproar. Some of think this is proof they shouldn't havelet you live." I blanched at that, and opened my mouth to protest, but hekept going. "I've been tracking you since we discovered you. Could I see anything happening with this man? I wasn't sure. Would I let it happen if I could see it? Would I mind if it did? We retired back to the flat for a while, dossing around and watching stupid tv, laughing at the silly things people were doing. It was then decided that it was peak time for me to go and experience a club for the first time, for what may be the second time, or the first, who was to know? --- We reached the club, James negotiating with the bouncers over my lack of ID,.