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Chapter VI - The power of the voidso, after that memorable morning. the town winer, Milly Osworth. are working in the vineyard Osworth to provide the town. raisins, grapes and wines...many peasants are collecting, water and grapes together in the cart to take them to the town...and, in the lunch break, Milly dry his perspiration from his forehead by the hard work
"uff -Milly says- finally, ¡let`s break boys!"
walking without any problem in the world, is headed to the bridge that separates the village. a peasant desperate runs to her
"Madame Milly! -Shouts the villager- Madame Milly! "
"What's wrong? -Milly asks- why you have that face?"
"The soldiers -said the man scared- ...they...murdered!"
"What!" -Shouts Milly-
suddenly an arrow through the shoulder of the peasant and from the hills. bandits appears, killing the workers who were not able to cross the mountain. Rants and laughter among the bandits, panic sounds in the air. a larger bandit than the rest, kill the last villager left behind, Milly luckily, manages
Capitulo VI - Los poderes de la nadadespues de esa mañana tan memorable, la viñera del pueblo, Milly Osworth. trabaja en la viña Osworth para proporcionar al pueblo. pasas, uvas y vinos...muchos campesinos colectan, riegan y juntan las uvas en carros para trasladarlos al pueblo...ya en el descanso del almuerzo, Milly seca su transpiración de su frente por el trabajo duro
"uff -dice Milly- por fin, ¡descanso!"
camina sin ningún problema del mundo, va en camino al puente que lo separa del pueblo. un aldeano desesperado, corre hacia ella
!¡señora Milly! -grita el aldeano- ¡señora Milly!"
"¿que ocurre? -pregunta Milly-...¿por que tienes esa cara?"
"los soldados -dice asustado el hombre-...los...¡asesinaron!"
"¡¿que?! -grita Milly-
de repente una flecha atraviesa el hombro del aldeano y desde los cerros aparecen bandidos, matando a los trabajadores que no alcanzaron a cruzar el cerro. entre los griteríos y risas de los bandidos, el pánico sue
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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