And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, ...the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow.Even just a candle flame could hold her undivided attention, flickering and flaring, twisting and turning, quaking at the least discernible breeze.But best of all was a bonfire. That made. We got up and went upstairs followed by Father Fred. Once in the room we Bob said to Father Fred Can smell a normal adult penis? What do you mean? Well one that doesnt smell of sweat and stuff. Oh I see what you mean, it does seem that we all keep smelling sweaty bits doesnt it? I will drop my PJs bottoms now and both of you come around here now. We knelt down in front on Father Fred as we had earlier in the day. His penis was all soft and hanging over his balls. Bob moved forward and picked. Mother gagged at the smell as Katie wiped the sweaty smell all over moms face. Katie then ordered mom to lick her feet clean. Mother screwed up her face at the thought of licking the sweaty feet but never the less started her task. Katie slapped mother across the face for screwing up her face, telling her she should be honoured to be allowed to worship her like this. Mother then made an extra effort with her licking of Nikkis feet. Katie stood and undid her jodphurs and peeled them off her. With all due apologies to H. P. Lovecraft I offer this short story about hidden knowledge and the dreaded Old Ones. If the reader has not encountered H. P. Lovecraft's stories, I urge he or she to do so.I would like to give my undying gratitude to French Lavender for her review, corrections, and input to this story. -- BallzacI am now faced with a terrible choice, which no man should have to do, a choice that was brought about by my own hubris. There are no good options left; whatever I do I.