She had a head on those shapely shoulders of hers, and dignity! My, but she could be majestic when she chose! "Thank you Martreen," I said putting my ...arms around her trim waist when she came up to me."You don't have to thank me, my love. It is ever your way, to think last of your own life. You were the one that stayed behind so I could get away and have enough time to load my spear into the atlatl. If I had thrown it by hand I don't think it would have even slowed him down." You're right. Look. . ggggooooodddddd," Kitty moaned as she felt herself being stuffed full to the brim in Duke's unbroken forward lunge. She continued to watch behind her with wide-eyed fascination as the huge, scarlet length of blood-swollen dog-cock slithered in with a fierce wet charge, burying itself up to the hilt in her wide-stretched vagina. She both felt and saw her new lover's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swing savagely down, smacking flat against her golden, soft pussy-hairs as her breath escaped from her. Remember how many Dreamtime stories, Aesop’s fables, Germanic myths, and whatever share properties? How crow and raven, fox and coyote are tricksters?”“Yes.”“Theft? Imitation? Human story-telling?”“You win! So Floyd is expressing her impression of Le Guin’s book utilizing her synthetic alphabet in a similar fashion to the ways Ives and Stella employed the Roman alphabet.”“There’s no winning.”“And she’s chosen that word to indicate feminism.”“I suppose so.”“I think I’ll write that up for the. “Oh good. I’m so excited! It’s next Friday. Zack’s parents are away they said.”I fought off the urge to ladle spoilsport cautionary advice upon her, but smiled and helped her enjoy the prospect. “Terrific.”“I can get something to wear,” she prattled uncharacteristically over dinner, “now I know about the charity shops. I’ve got a few pounds saved up. I wonder what I should get. What do you think?”“You can’t go wrong with jeans.”“Jeans?” she was disappointed.“Well I don’t know,” I backed down,.