. Sheridan could feel how the hands around her convulsively clutched her arms and legs. Her hand went faster Xander Corvus But she also had a distinct feeling that the act of coming home would alienate her, not only from others, but from the identity she had created for herself during all these years.
. Weeping softly, Betty dragged herself up until she half sat on her thighs, her hands rubbing franticly at her sore bottom while tears slowly made little rivers down her cheeks
Little furry creatures fought, fucked and searched for food. The woodsman plowed on