"God, I hope so!" Dana blurted, hoping that the press wouldn't catch her real meaning."I bet that you do," Elizabeth remarked with a suggestion of mis...chief."It's hard to believe that our girlfriend here is the First Lady of Massachusetts! Married to Governor Bruce Calahan, no less! Does that mean that we might get invited to the Governor's Mansion some time?" Kara laughed, trying to speak just low enough to escape the media's ears."Consider yourselves invited already. You're both solid. After you’ve been shown and paid the price for your weakness ... oh yes, you’ll earn your place on yonder rope.” She placed slowly into his view, and swished the whip between her legs, closing her sumptuous thighs and slowly drawing the whip through the wet slot of her cunt, then taking a length and presenting it under Lumsden’s nose. The crowd of women jeered and applauded as he bucked at the post, eagerly sniffing at the leather cord which would soon be inflicting excruciating pain through. I could see now that it was a red rose with some green stems flowing from each side of the petals. I wondered if the rose was symbolic as to your own sweet petals of your most private area. How erotic of a signal this is being shown to a male. I could only imagine how your own petals must smell and how they feel to the tongue. Were they as smooth as the petals of a rose? Did your own rose bud taste as good as the scent of a true rose. I could only imagine, for I am sure I would never. After the funeral, he was invited to the king's private library, where his majesty and several of his friends gathered to share their own private memories of that great man. After the expected interrogation into Quinlan's last hours, the king decided that the best way to honour Quinlan was to create an order of knights that celebrated his ideals, and he offered to make Anarion its founding member.For reasons he did not reveal to me, Anarion refused and the king proved his magnanimity by.