The stranger caught some of the blood in a sacred chalice. Portia shook her head. Whats going on? she said, but the stranger hushed her. Minutes pass...ed and the stream of blood diminished to a dribble, but somehow the bull still lived. It shook its ears and flicked its tail, and that was all. The stranger put one bronzed hand on the bulls flank and his wife touched it on the forehead, and then the huge animal turned and trotted away, heading toward the altar, and then the world went out of. ‘We could cut across the field but this road must go there.’ I told my wife. ‘Let’s stay on the road, it can’t be far.’ She replied as she turned and looked in the direction the storm was coming from. ‘I think we have time.’ ‘Then let’s get with the program.’ I told her. ***** We were in the woods and close enough to see the barn through the scattered trees when the first big cold rain drops spattered on the leaves above our heads. We took off at a dead run, laughing like a couple of school. Walking along the back roads that led to the fields where Bruno loved to frolic, we talked about mundane stuff. Uncle Ian asked how school was going and if I thought I had done well in my exams. I couldn’t really concentrate on holding a proper conversation as my mind kept wandering back to what had happened this morning and if I had imagined that little spark of electricity between us before we left the house.‘You know Becca, you really should be more careful. You are too young to be drinking. He didn’t care that it might well be his own precum mixed with another man’s full ejaculation. All he could think about was his own orgasm. His own seed was making its way to her eager mouth. Afterwards they lay huddled together in silence; both briefly satisfied and spent. A short while later they got washed and dressed in readiness for dinner. John picked up the wine bottle and glass to take them downstairs and looked at the bottle for a few moments. He wondered who had already had some of.