I planned to take my time and get her highly aroused first so that she would be ready, but that wasn’t really necessary. When it all fell apart, she and her two daughters were either killed in battle or took poison to prevent being captured alive.”
She then got rather quiet and said, “Your ancestor, Gaius Suetonius Paulinus, was the general who finally defeated her. It’s way the hell over on the other side of England in Norfolk. As I approached her with the ropes, she slipped something up over her legs. It was nearly midnight, and I stepped behind her to complete the strange ritual. It is amazing how fast you can get used to something even that weird. Again I asked, “Are you sure about this?”
Her answer, once again, was “I have to be ready.” Then she added, “I have to know that I can take it.”
I was about to tell her that I couldn’t do it, but she suddenly got her Irish up.
