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i couldn't help myself--here's a quirky bit shot over to the 10th Daughter of Memory...please ignore it.


a-hah, take that my squirrel. And they all know my might; see my prowess in battle and how easily the enemy falls beneath my omnipotent fist of lordly power. Now my captains take me up upon their horses, and we gallop thusly. Here and there, back and forth we go on the steeds of glory. Oh, how the maidens do preen. See them my fine lads, how they eye their lord protector? Yes, yes, there are plenty for all--we shall have our fill.

Watch me now, from across the room, dressed in my finery for the ball, and I enter thrusting forth preceded by my great codpiece, tee hee. Listen to them titter. We will dance tonight; twirl and dip. Oh my, fair lady, how tall you are, I am enfolding you in my strong arms. I feel the crease of your waist, the curse of your wicked hip. Is it a sweetness that you peer at me from your golden crown, or the devil in you?

Together we float across the floor, over every obstacle we fly, together as one. We are a single entity in our grace of movement, you and I. Come with me, my love, and rendezvous!

And so we do, in this secluded wood. We meet and fall together; I take you in my arms and lean with you against this hardy oak. Oh yes, oh yes! We love, my love, as I kiss your tender face and we love so strongly that our thighs bleed with the intercourse!

"Henry! Pull your pants up!”

From over the fence, “Oh my, there's Imogene's witless son shagging the larch again.”
Sylvia puts on spectacles while sipping at her tiny teacup. “Good heavens. But he does have a spectacular fanny, doesn't he?”