"You! The greatest of Greece, have been bested by a WOMAN!" he roared. Charcoal sticks slammed against tablets, and hateful gazes fell her way. Arimne...ste held her head high as her teacher spoke. She looked into his loving eyes as he turned to her as Plato said:"You, Arimneste...Aria...are the one. The Myth Killer. You are of age now. You must venture forth to all of the so called "sacred lands" and disprove the existence of the Old Gods, of the myths and children's tales! Men cannot do this,. ’ ‘I understand.’ ‘I can see,’ she began to recite, reaching out to clutch the arm of the chair and closing her eyes to aid her memory, ‘the flattened straw…where we dreamed…and made love safe…from the distant porch light…while the stars became…our blanket and sweat…dampened the earth…and fingers clawed…trying to hold on…to tomorrow’s…inevitable…goodbye.’ ‘That is lovely…you are quite the poet.’ ‘Not mine — I just stumbled on it in that bookcase over there and thought you’d enjoy the thought to. They had taken some time during the afternoon to scout round for somewhere they could keep the vehicles covertly for when they infiltrated the house. They found a place, just about a mile from the house, where they could back both four by fours up a track heavily overgrown by trees. The vehicles would be missed by anyone just driving by.It would be a long night, not something they weren't used to though. Forty-eight hours without sleep was normal on the ops. that the SAS tasked them. The. " My mother explained."Oh I see." I said to her. "So am I going to get another lesson today?" Well I had a very good time and you were such a perfect date today I guess we have time before we have to get home for another lesson." She said as we embraced.We continued my lesson in the backseat of her van; we were kissing passionately as I pulled the shirt off of her slowly without us even breaking our lips apart. After a few minutes of kissing I gently pulled her shirt from her skirt and put my.