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"What's your name?"
Athena asked, rolling the sheet on the bed. She had been flipping through some pages of a large book at her library before rolling over to the bed.
He had been looking at her in amazement. She seemed, like other spiritual ladies, to be doing whatever she deemed good without seeking the consent of whoever was concerned.
He was seated on the wooden chair decked with the skin of cheetah which was directly opposite her. He was counting his options.
"Vulcan."
He said. He was being contemptuous of her choice of questions and discussion. After the huge and tough sex they had the previous day, she thought today right for questioning.
He would never cease to be amazed. A strength of actions he couldn't toss aside.
She just finished having a bath. Her boobs were not strapped. They were loose. He could see the pointing nipples mocking his grit.