“My god…” Nelson muttered, crouching down and holding his glasses out like a magnifier to increase the size of the symbols on the wall.“Profes...sor?”“Symbols of the Black Stigmata are incorporated into these lines. And look; there’s some Latin, Egyptian, Archaic Chinese, Sumerian, and symbols from countless other ancient languages, just like we were told.”“So… this could be the world’s oldest language, couldn’t it?” asked Jason.“Precisely. Whether he had decoded it himself or already knew it, the. I have and still do go 'Commando' and on those times I do, it'e for that reason, I want sex and I want to be ready, standing up if necessary.Being a sexual person and getting the most from sex in such a manner as to maintain dignity and experience a dark pleasure, becomes an art and your clothes and or lack of clothing are mere props within the scene played over and over in your head, like a build up to the final act, where the applause in your head means your knees are buckling under intense. Kine still didn't want to be leader, naturally. The responsibility wasn't something he had any interest in, and if anyone asked him, Kine would point to Lessa as the new commander after her rousing speech. But ... she wasn't leading much at the moment. The only one trying to actually get things done was Kine ... so, did that make him in charge? And if so, could he quietly steer things in a better direction?And why was Mel doing this?He liked her, yes. After both had lost their partners, hooking. In that moment, she looked up into his piercing green eyes and found herself voiceless, soap in hand. Jack gently took the cup from her and set it on the counter nearby. Still motionless, Kate was under his spell. Jack placed his hands upon her cheeks and leaned in to kiss her. Electricity seemed to bounce back and forth between them. She gave herself to his lips, his touch. Jack could sense that she welcomed him and with one smooth swoop, he lifted her into his arms. Kate’s panties were.