Silver Vale didn't have a church; it wasn't that the pack was against religion, it was just easier all around if everyone practiced their faith within... their own homes. But the priest was here today for additional reasons; his brother was one of the wounded.Everyone approached in an orderly fashion, were greeted and proceeded inside. The area was solemn, sad but not overwhelmingly so; the people here were better acquainted with death than ordinary folks and knew how to channel grief into. ”“I’m very happy in my comfort zone, thank you very much.” Annie nodded at the card. “Besides, if trying new things means going over the edge of a cliff, you can count me out.”“The cards never lie,” Emily told her sternly. “Like I said, it’s a leap of faith. There’s a reason why you chose this one.” She tapped on the card for emphasis. “Why your subconscious chose this card.”Stuff and nonsense, Annie thought. Out loud she said, “I’m sorry, Emily, but there’s no great mystery here. In fact my. .. and I’d sell my soul for it, trust me! I can’t get enough cunt. Bald, bushy, I’ll take it either way!“Mistress, I swear, I’ll find ways to make you so happy that I’m your wife, believe me! I’ve always wanted to serve and pleasure ... a younger woman or two,” Trish admitted to all of us present that she was a submissive lesbian at heart.“Well, good news for you, then. You’ve been bumped up from servant class to a full member of the family, then. You’re my sister’s fiancee now ... and my. That is when my love (and sex) life really started. I remember that one day in June, right after school got out. I was hanging around at my house playing World of Warcraft on the new gateway computer I got for getting straight "A"s. I decided to log off. (or log out?) when my usual E-Mail notifier came on. It was a chat message form Sarah, the girl across the street. Let me tell you about her. She has long, black hair usually in a ponytail. She has green eyes and a very nice body. Her parents.