She picks up the whip and approaches Him. She shows Him the whip. He touches it, examines it, examines the tails, and notes the shards of glass and me...tal embedded in the braided leather. He nods His head in admiration and approval.She dances away from him, and tours the spectators, showing them the whip. Her body is now covered by a light sheen of sweat, her nipples, erect strain against the flimsy fabric of her brassiere.She dances back to the center of the stage, and in one fluid motion rips. I did have a dagger.“Now just scrape the rune,” Fiona urged. “Reach out and disrupt it.”The spin slowed to a drunken slant. I felt like I was falling but I never hit the ground. The rune was before me. I just had to reach out. I raised the blade. It was hard to find the rune. The world refused to stay steal. My dagger scraped across the wall. I adjusted my aim, pulling it to the rune.It broke it.“Thank you, Holy Mother,” whispered Fiona. “Spirits, come and heal my sister-wife.”My vision burned. As usual her parents were both still out at work and not expected back for an hour or more. Always open to new experiences, I naturally agreed and soon found myself stripped completely naked and spreadeagled across her bed, wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the bed with soft cords and totally open to anything and everything she wanted to do with me. It was an incredible feeling, being so wide-open, so vulnerable and helpless, and she took full advantage of it. With her still wearing her. .. it wouldn't let me... Richie wanted to scream. Something pulled on his arm, yet he did not move. The earth under him groaned as the grave spread like a cancer, a pit taking shape under him and the coffin.No, don't worry ... never find her ... I'll take the secret with me ... I'll die for you... The pit became a yawning chasm of darkness. Richie and the coffin were suspended above it, the malevolent vortex spinning faster and drawing inward, until an unholy wind roared in Richie's ears.No one.