On the one hand I faced denial and ice. On the other I faced revival and dice. What do I mean ‘dice’? Easy… it would be a roll of the dice, cons...idering whether to go down this road or not, and the resulting benefits or consequences. My inner fire was running low on fuel. Suck me! This just wouldn’t do. I needed something, someone to reignite my thruster. I needed a muse to reenergize my creative spirit. Besides, my self pleasuring and fantasies were getting to be the only intimacy I knew. . well that house over there." Oh, Adam Strickland," Matt replied. "He did our bathroom." Yeah, there."The ball sailed over their heads and Nicky grinned. "Wake up," he shouted and Ezra ran the thirty metres to fetch the ball, put it on his right foot and passed the ball to Matt who volleyed it over the bar."You bastards," Nicky moaned and traipsed off to retrieve the ball, now nestling in the nettles at the side of the small park. "It's your turn to go in goal," he shouted and Matt and Robbie. A pale yellow ribbed cotton camisole, a gorgeous, spectacular bare ass, and compact buttocks moving delightfully absorbed me. The beginning of an erection brought back a memory of last night. I wanted Bianca. I wanted to make love with her more than almost anything."Spostarlo!" she admonished me as she emerged from the bathroom, telling me to move it."But..."She was gone.BIANCA STIRRED THE SCRAMBLED eggs in the frying pan. The smell of toasting bread filled the kitchen. She glanced over her. . We're going home Monday morning." You, maybe," remarked Jacob, "But she's going to sea with our friends. In a few months they'll return. By then she'll be a well-trained slut, ready to take her place in our whore-house. I figure a good-looking bitch like her can bring in a few thousand a week servicing tourists before she wears out. After a few months on her back she won't be good for much, so we'll sell her to one of the local slave-traders for a decent profit. A real blond looker, even a.