‘Praying to a carving of a man is a bit idolatrous.’ Jovita glared at Hanna. ‘I don’t pray to the crucifix. I pray to Jesus. The crucifix only... helps to focus my mind on him.’ Hanna declined to mention that she found the concept of praying to a dead man nearly as problematic. Instead, she offered an olive branch. ‘Some scholars say that Christianity and Islam are Noahide religions because they are ethical monotheistic faiths that worship Hashem.’ She got up and put the books away on her shelf.. . The pain recedes from her face ... It is replaced with something more primal ... More wicked ... Ever changing.Her body seems to move cautiously, I can feel the friction in my loins. Again, I see her eyes. The pain is long gone. In them I see only excitement, lust, and yes of course, love.She repeats her mantra, "I love you, Billy!"She sets her rhythm. Her body melds with mine. Her pelvis now grinding where ours meet.Coldness still surrounds my body, except for where we are joined. There, it. "Then it's going to hurt more this time," he said, taking a step towards her. If you think you can ban me from sex for a month, and then come out here and tease me like a slut and call me names ... well sweet thing, you need to learn the error of your ways." Bob... no!" she gasped. A hunted look came into her eyes. Then, with no warning whatsoever, she darted to one side and flashed by him. He had time only to reach and grasp. The flimsy jacket tore and came away in his hand. She leapt on the. ”Once more she obeyed without question or delay. I rubbed her ass and said “This is how a good slave presents herself. You remember that.” She looked back at me, smiling, and nodded. In a harder voice “Marlena, Did you pay for sex?” she looked over her shoulder scared at what I asked. I didn’t like the delay in answering so I gave her ass a good SMACK! She jumped with surprise, not pain, when my hand made contact. Her smile reappeared , along with a red hand print on her ass.“You didn’t answer.