The Last Golden Eagle -

[queen-mab]

There was no moment in all the day that Delia loved more than the hour when the first star appeared in the deep indigo sky of the desert night. Tonight it was Aldebaran, and as she sat demurely on her side of the Land Rover, arms around knees, wrists heavy with gold, she smiled and turned her head upwards. The night wind lifted the masses of her hair so that the red star gleamed like a single ruby threaded on one silken tress. Or so Robert Van thought as he dared a look at her.

As always there was a teasing glint in her eye, and a wayward curl to her mouth. She lolled her long body against the seat with an abandon that made it hard for him to turn his eyes away. She must have known he was watching her. (Not much you could run into in the middle of the Sahara. The road did not demand one's undivided attention, so long as you could navigate by the stars.) He thought he could see her smile widen as she arched her back and began one by one to unbutton the prim khaki shirt.

She had been lying about the night being hot. Evening in the desert was chill. Or maybe she was telling him that her blood, like his, was fired by the magnetism between them; maybe the heat she spoke of was the delicious spiral of fire in her loins. He thought he could just breathe it -- a heady fragrance that kindled the night air -- a scent so discreet that it seemed he perceived it through some sense beyond the usual five. Could you taste a fragrance that you could not even really smell? For somehow, he felt that he was tasting the pungent sweetness of her now; a hot and primordial ocean honey that the night air inexplicably drizzled onto his tongue.

She had nipples like dusky pearls -- elongated and hard. As his hands grew damp on the steering wheel, she delicately stroked one with her thumb. It extended like a little hungry tongue and she sighed, closing her eyes.

Madness. It would be utter madness to interrupt their flight through the desert to their rendezvous with an interlude of sweaty sex in the dunes. Her rascal brothers were probably galloping along just out of ear-shot, ready to swoop down on them the instant the motor slowed. And yet....

Delia's hand was travelling up his thigh with an insistence that was very hard to disregard. He glanced at her again, and she smiled -- that feral smile of hers that always brought predatory cats to his mind. She had turned in her seat and was leaning forward now. Robert looked firmly into the distance and thought to himself "If I do not break the spell, this will really happen...."

She never said a word. All he could hear was the hypnotic rhythm of her breathing...a rhythm that spoke of rising fever...ascending desire...slow, sinuous desire that squirmed through the body like a snake. Inch by inch the zipper on his trousers gave way to her nimble fingers. He could feel the caressing warmth of her breath as her sweet, hot mouth descended on his lap.

The Rover came to a dead stop in the sands.

 

[cgraven]

The devil's choice.

Yes that is exactly what I would have to deal with this night. It really is a mercy not to know what the future will bring. It keeps our complicated little lives from really going out of control.

As was the custom here in Allah's Garden, where we are all tested for their worthiness, the hospitality of the camp was offered. I went about the routine of the Bedouin, praying towards Mecca at sun down, the camel I rode needs where met before mine, I broke bread with the workers of this caravan, I shared some of my dried dates and figs with them, and of course tea. Strong black tea, as black and strong as any coffee you'd find in a Northern Canadian logging camp. I was aloof, to a degree evasive, as is the way of wanders. I stayed far from the European infidels, I stayed by myself. All in character of my role. Camped on the edge of the oasis in a small back tent I could observe without being observed. Dubah, the name I gave to the son of Satan in the guise of the camel I rode, would worn me if anywhere about. There I camped in the shadow of the dunes.

Cathay, for that was the name I knew her by, came to the seclude pool. She was a striking beauty at Rick's but in the moon light and while she bathed. Well I had been two weeks in the desert mainly alone. Oh well get your mind out of the gutter C.G.. She returned to her tent. Later a young native lad enters. After awhile he left. Some how there was something out of place I just couldn't put my finger on, something just right. The walk, the build, the look, everything was almost, perfect. But still something was wrong.

A light wind had risen on the desert as it cooled and blew across their camp to mine. The lad saddled a horse. A guest of wind. DAMN it was Cathay. Her fresh washed sent unmistakable on the night wind. The walk to confidant to European. She was on the horses back and away at a gallop; her seat to say the least was not that of an accomplished equestrian.

And now it came to me "The devil's choice". Do I blindly follow orders and keep 009 under surveillance and act as back up if the need arises, or do I follow the girl, who is in immanent danger of being parted from her spirited mount and left a lone some where in the desert, possibly injured. The last time I blindly followed orders was France 1940 at Dunkirk.

I saddle Dubah and follow just keeping her in sight. I stay low close to the dunes, making sure I am not silhouetted against the sky. I check my back trail; I listen for the sounds of followers. The slights sound carries far on the desert at night.

What of my assignment. Not to worry the sergeant major will keep an eye on 009 and he will keep me informed. Cautiously I ride on. Just out of sight.

 

[Cathay]

As I rode off towards the meeting

place, I had hoped that at least, I bought us a little while before
Victor followed me into the dark. Oh, I wanted him to follow and
intrinsically I knew that he would...but like most things, I wanted
it on my terms. I still wasn't sure what his motives were, but let's be honest...I didn't think they were noble and selfless. Makes me doubt my own sanity. Why am I so fascinated by him? God knows, the reports I have on him are not encouraging. I don't
think he was ever a boy scout.....but then again I was never a girl scout either. But there are more than a few deaths attributed
to him and his henchman. Mind you...the people who crossed his
path weren't exactly Saints but still.......God I am rationalizing again. I shook myself wwth resolve, leaned over the horse and
continued on my journey.

I slowed as I got close to the designated meeting place and
walked my horse a bit.....listening. Oh shit! Someone is following
me. Had I kept my head I probably would have heard him sooner!
I dropped to the ground and slowly walked the horse to some
brush and sat and waited. It wasn't long before my quarry came
by (rather silently considering he was on a camel.) As he came closer I stood and said, "Halloo..." Poor man nearly fell off his
seat! I wanted to smile. It was the Sax Man. Aka C.G. Raven,
my operative courtesy of the Canadian Govt. "Come on down,C.G." His eyes widened at my use of his given name.
"Cathay....right?" he asked as he rather gracefully dismounted
from his noble steed. Nodding, I motioned to the ground next
to me, "Have a seat big guy." He did look like he rather wanted to smile but contained it well. Sitting he asked me, "I suppose, I should know who you are?" "No. You weren't supposed to know
my face, my title maybe. I am the field manager here for HQ....
Your supervisor for this little mission." I could see the light of
understanding settle on his rather rugged handsome face.
"And Rashid...who is he?" I was very grateful for this insight, he'd picked right up on Robert, knew that he was a player. So, having some time to kill, I filled him in on what he needed to know, a quick overview, ending with, "What I need from you C.G.
is to watch ...and protect 009 if you need to. I am having Intel
do a in-depth research on him" and I quickly filled him in on my
concerns. "And also Robert and Delia." Standing, I brushed the
constant sand off my clothes and said, "But, right now, You need
to get back to the camp and keep an eye on Shawn. I have a
meeting and sorry big guy, it's need to know, ok?" Nodding,
he got to his feet, and asked "I suppose you can take care of
yourself...you know?" Smiling I shook his hand, "Glad to have you aboard C.G." and took the reins for my horse.....turning back
"and......Thanks."

I watched him head back before I got on my horse and continued on . If, Victor was watching..I wanted him to see C.G. returning
to camp. Still trying to buy time.........Dammit, where are they?
And what the Hell can they be doing that is more important
than this???????????

 

[cgraven]

Not so graceful but it works.

Some times you learn more by being the dunce. A little clumsy. It had worked, but you still feel the fool. My gallant scene of honor at rest now it was back to business.

The least I could do was check our back trail. I returned to camp a little less carefully than I left. Necessary when playing the sitting ducks. Riding as if I had a purpose.

009, was under the watchful Eyes of Sargent Major du Maletemps and his section. I on the other hand was quite alone. My ears strained for any sound, and my eyes where constantly scanning. I checked my back trail often. I was in tune with Dubah, yes the son of Satan.

I could see the lights of our camp ahead.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

009 however...

*Had slightly different plans, and was on a two engine prop plane and on his way back to britian. Having given most of those who followed him the slip, he decided it was time to get back to HIS home base...and see what the word on the street was, Rashid that little sob would have to show his ugly mug sooner or later...and Briton seemed the best place to wait....so As he crossed the English channel, he checked his watch Idly for the time...and made a point to have a cup of tea the moment they landed...Tea, How very british of him he mused. If only the boys in Delta Force could see him now....they'd be laughing thier asses off....Of course he could still out run, out shoot and out perform every single one of them, which was why he was working for MI6. he shrugged into his seat and tried to concentrate on his book...ahh Sherlock Holmes never failed to capture his imaginations....He smiled as the hum of the plane let him relax his mind for the moment as he putted towards Britian, and unwittingly, the next part of his mission..*

 

[rashid]

What happened on the way to our rendezvous

will remain forever branded on my consciousness but you, dear reader, will have to imagine it for yourself. Suffice it to say the tone had been set for a long and happy life and I would have no regrets for submitting to the wishes of Al Shariff to be his son in fact as well as spirit. Delia was (and is) extraordinary in all respects. Thanks for speculating -

Our journey resumed quite some time later but still with enough time to scout the location after our arrival. Satisfied that the meeting place was quite safe for at least two hundred yards in all directions, we settled down to wait.

 

[cgraven]

Madly dashing

That was the result of the Sargent Major's report. So long Garden of Allah, Hello Piccalilli Circus. Favors would have to be called in and time made up, but it could be done.

Yes it was a mad dash, a skill developed in war and a life of service. Well my friends it's off again. The Sergeant Major had anticipated their needs and in all were in place. What was it about Sergeant Majors, they always knew what you need, even before you did?

They where all safely in good old England a little over 4 hours after they started. Now to track down his young friend 009.

 

[Cathay]

I waited to make sure C.G. was

completely out of site before I started walking my horse closer
to the rendevous point. While I was waiting, I unbound my
hair, finger combed it out and removed my mustache. (ouchhhhh)
I didn't care if Victor saw me returning, somehow I was sure that by the time I was finished, he'd be real......close. I even took off
the pantaloons and top shirt I was wearing. Underneath was
that same muslin dress I was wearing. When I did meet up with
the Man, I wanted his mind on my me and not my mission.

After a few minutes of total silence, I heard the sound of voices.
Taking out my lighter I flicked it twice and saw two flicks of light
in response. Leading my steed I walked toward the light and
came upon Robert and Delia. Ahhhh, so that's the way the wind
blows, I smiled to myself. They both tried to act nonchalant (and failed miserably.) Poor Delia's buttons were obviously hmmm buttoned in the dark and Roberts hair was mussed and let's be
honest...they smelled like lovin'. Seeing the look of surprise and
recognition on their faces, I quipped, "You two might want to
find a nice little pool and hmmm bathe a bit before running into
Daddy Dearest. " I noticed a lovely flush on Robert's face.
"You." he practically shouted. "Your my runner?!" Nodding, I sat
cross legged on the sand beneath us. "Been running you for the last 6 years...sit plz, we're running out of time." They sat. "I
am afraid Victor is close on our heels." Delia looked me right
in the eyes and asked..."I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage...May we at least know your name?" One brow
arched rather elegantly. "Cathay Dupree." At that Robert's
head came up..."But....that is not the name you were born with
is it Cathay?" I was a little startled at this little tidbit. Sighing..
"your right, My name is Catarina Van Hoffton. I believe you knew
my father. More importantly, you do know who killed him don't you?" My eyes were hard. The time was at hand and the
information was finally mine to have. Delia looked surprised at that. Both of us looking at Robert now, "Tell me what you know.
I ... I think if I know this, I can find the missing tablet." and looking at Delia's lovely startled face.."Yes, I know about Linear
D...and about the missing clay tablet." and turning to Delia, I
added "And Robert here has that little bit of data, don't you?"
I knew that between us, we could fill in alot of blanks. At Robert's hesitation, (I think he was looking for the words) I said,
"I need to know everything Robert. I cannot protect the translation, or your people.." I turned to Delia. "Don't forget, I was my father's assistant for 3 years." And turning back to
Robert, "You need to tell me now, I have to keep Victor busy with a little.....hmmmmm......misdirection so you two can help protect it." and lighting a cheroot, I added, "And my father's reputation " and voice cracking...."and his memory."

 

[queen-mab]

The wise do not believe all they are told

Delia let go of Robert's hand when she saw the light flicker once in the darkness. While he returned the signal she stood a little apart from him and jammed her hands down the front of her khaki skirt, pulling at her shirt-tails and wishing he had not managed to rumple her so badly. Catching his eye when she was finished, she smiled and deliberately licked her fingers, closing her eyes and uttering a soft little sigh.

"Your essence," she whispered huskily, "is simply sublime. I would not mind wearing it as a perfume."

"I think you already are," he returned, and had the pleasure of seeing Delia blush.

There was a woman waiting for them -- a willowy, suntanned woman with hair the colour of moonlight. A lovely woman, but with a nervous quality about her that awakened an instinctual vigilance in Delia. She darted a curious look up at Robert, but his face betrayed nothing.

When they got close, the woman's eyes seemed to take in everything at a glance. Delia's cheeks burned, especially when she followed the direction of the stranger's sardonic glance and saw that Robert had missed several buttonholes when he had helped her to dress. (She would certainly bite him at the earliest opportunity. And not where he liked it, either.) She glided several paces away from him to preserve her dignity. Although admittedly it was not terribly easy to appear aloof when her thighs were still wet from their passionate congress of only an hour before. She had the distinct impression that a small pearlescent pool was forming between her feet. It was most distracting.

"My name is Catarina Von Hoffton. I believe you knew my father..." the fair-haired stranger began, and Delia immediately saw the haunted look in her eyes. She was like a wolf turned away from its pack; a haggard creature clinging to the last shreds of ...something. There were traces of spirit gum on her upper lip, like a child playing at dress-up for a masquerade ball. The disguise would not have deceived a blindman. Why had she felt the need to employ such an obvious ruse?

"I need to know everything Robert," Frau von Hoffton continued, becoming more manic by the moment. " I cannot protect the translation, or your people." This last, directed to herself, almost made Delia smirk. Protect the clan of Al-Shariff? The star-spawned royal family of a fearless warrior race? Bravado, all of it. The desperate bravado of someone who fears her bluff will suddenly be called. The woman hid an abyss of terror and hatred behind her darting eyes. Pain, too. A world of pain; a darkness that could almost be seen inside of her, like shadows eating at the edges of the moon. All of Delia's tiger-keen instincts were quietly alert. The night air crackled as though a storm drew near.

Robert continued to show no emotion as the woman babbled on and on. Perhaps he had learned something during his long years in the desert. Perhaps her father was right to trust him, to take him into their clan. The woman was not a friend, and would be told nothing. Though Delia could not yet put her finger on the reason why, her instincts were never wrong.

And her instincts told her more as the minutes wore on and the woman's outpouring of words faded into so much meaningless background noise.

They were not alone at this rendezvous. With a sixth sense which she had had since birth, Delia knew it. And as the woman talked on and on, Delia silently withdrew into the darkness, following a trail no purely human eyes could see. She had drawn her dagger of black steel that reflected no light. She was invisible as she drew near. Invisible and fluid as water. She smiled to herself as she heard the erratic breathing of her prey.

And then her blade was at his throat, her voice hissing at his ear.
"Give me your name, fool, before I give you your death."

 

[Arius]

post pending

 

[rashid]

Sometimes

just letting people talk earns more information than asking questions and this seemed to me to be one of those times. As she talked I listened. As I listened some of the pieces fell into place. This woman who was my control at HQ was also Von Hoftons daughter and she appeared convinced I'd witnessed her fathers murder. I hadn't, but Omars message from Cambridge would let me continue the illusion.

It was important to convince her that what she wanted was in fact thousands of miles away in England and as she talked I saw the opening Shariff had guessed at. The woman was a study in contradiction. On the one hand she felt a moral and filial obligation to continue her fathers research into decoding the scroll she believed was hidden in the Eagle. On the other hand she wanted nothing more than to avenge her fathers death.

While Von Hoffton talked about saving the world, her father, our obligation to work together and so on, I felt Delia building a good head of steam. Shariff had warned me Delia might be difficult. Her work on Linear D had made the whole quest a very personal thing for her too. She'd sacrificed a lot to break the code and hell would freeze over before she'd let anyone else get close to learning what she knew.

When I'd satisfied myself that she knew about the codex tablets as well as the scroll she thought to be hidden in the Eagle, I quietly dropped the bombshell Omar had given me. She paused in her monologue and I said "The man you're looking for is Angus Farquar, professor of antiquities at Cambridge. He also posesses one of the halves of the tablet you're looking for. If you really want the world to share your fathers discovery then that's where you must go. As for me, I'm staying here to guard the scroll. Perhaps together we can honor the late professors memory"

I saw in her eyes that I'd hit home. If I had any instincts left, Angus Farquar was a dead man. The babbling girl had just become a lethal she wolf. Her eyes hardened, her face grew pale and her lips shut. She was headed for England and Shariff and I would soon be free to finalize our work here in the desert with Delia.

Delia. Sweet, darling Delia who had suddenly appeared from nowhere holding a small and obviously very frightened Arab man with her knife to his throat. Apparantly Ms. Von Hoffton had not come completely alone after all. Or had she? I'd seen this one at Ricks Americain Cafe gambling - I didn't know his name but he was one of several who could be bought for a small sum to spy.
Caterina recognized him immediately. "Victor" she said, "he's here - Keep this one on ice for at least 48 hours - I need time to get a flight out."

And in a flash she was gone.............

 

[Arius]

Victor feels the desert heat within the chill night

Of all the greatest of my skills I believe I can say without a shadow of doubt that observation and surveillance was my specialty, and it was nights such as this where I thanked the higher power that I was gifted with it.

Watching Cat carefully as she crept from the camp, I followed her first with my specs, then soon, I began to move slowly amidst the dunes.

I moved slowly in on her face, with a stealth not unlike that of a panther hunting its prey. Her face was perfect, save a few minor changes to hide her true self, these, were of minor consequence as I had been stalking the woman for most of my adult life, even if she was to dress as a man, bind her luscious breasts and deepen her voice I would still know her. She neared a pool,her silhouette as a shadow before the naked eye, though my enhanced viewing apparatus parted the dark veil of night and allowed me to see Cat...ALL of her.

As she disrobed, she began to glide her soft hands over her silken skin, caressing herself as I would. Her body began to move in a slow rhythmic motion, as she lowered herself into the water. I watched in enjoyment and wide eyed silence as her breasts glimmered off the moonlight. Many a time did my specs nearly fall from my hand as the sight overwhelmed me. "Well, a playful canary you be my Cat." I whispered quitely to myself as I began to use the finer functions of the specs. zooming in to indulge myself within the entire length of her body, I came to notice the forbidden triangle between her thighs was indeed a blonde. Her nipples puckered in the chill of the night air. Chill? within this vision the desert felt as if the sun was bleaching my bones with the scorching rays of the afternoon sun.

As she danced from the water, she slipped a muslin gown over her, a wry grin formed on her face. Beyond a doubt she was watching me as much as I was watching her. "A tease as well? Could the taste of this goddess be any sweeter?" I felt the heat of the image fuel deeply within me, as I shifted to displace the lack of comfort within my usually baggy Khakis. As she walked near the fire to walk to her tent, I was given one last revealing glance of her glistening body and she was gone.

I continued my watch as someone stepped out of the tent, a man as it appeared, and quickly mounted a horse heading across the dunes.

Cocking my head to one side I grinned.

"Hmmm, clever girl."

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I caught a glint of steel off the moonlight. A man yelled out. "Bloody Hell!" I cursed to myself, slipping backwards quickly amidst the dunes. It would appear that one of my own operatives became impatient, as the girl that I had seen within the pictures of Robert and Cat placed a knife to the man's throat, I met her eyes for a moment, strange eyes they were, fierce and ambitious. I shuddered at the realization that within this one was an ambition that rivaled my own. Caring not a whit about the man's fate I moved quickly back to the cave, dropping my field specs in my haste. I had caught some of the conversation, Cat was heading back to London, I was not completely sure as to why but I did not doubt for a moment that I would find out, providing I got the hell out of this desert alive. As i turned to run I quickly caught eye once again of the man's assailant, standing perfectly still, she held the blade against his flesh, placing him on the precipice of life and death. I must find out more about her! Reaching the cave exhausted and out of breath, I motioned to Khalid to start the Rover.

I gently massaged the temples of my forehead. Once again, the incompetance of my father's organization dogged me, and I was quickly getting sick of it. Perhaps it was time to weed out those worthy to follow. Too many loose ends and my emotions had not been equal to my ambitions, it was time to strike and I would not allow such a mistake to occur as Morocco. "Khalid, I want you to find out as much as you can about Delia Evans, your information said nothing about the fact that she was a wild and dangerous woman!" Khalid nodded silently.

By the time I reached my hotel, I was completely exhausted. Lowering myself into a warm bath I felt all the tensions of the day dissolve within the steam. Cat's body was much on my mind, though within the aftermath of today's events I started to curb such thoughts slightly. There are very dangerous players within this game, and today was too careless, my lust for Cat almost cost me my life. It was my hopes that i would not have to confront Delia Evans anytime within the nearby future. But the question did linger within my mind, was she friend or foe, or could it be that she was playing both sides against the middle. It was my hope that Khalid would find more out about her so that I could determine what piece to play next.

I left for London early in the morning, my closest contacts were already attempting to locate Cat by the time I returned home. It was soothing to know that at least at home I was the master of my world.

 

[Cathay]

I was heading back to the airfield

before dawn, knowing that I had to get to London quickly. Why did I get the feeling that Ms. Evans just....tuned me out? She
had this strange closed yet almost vacant look on her face. Why do I get the feeling that neither she nor Robert understood what
I wanted to do? To get the clay tablet.....to kill that bastard
Angus Farquhar.....keep Shawn from stealing the Eagle and all
it implies for Mother England (yes, I'd finally gotten my report from
Tolliver at Intel) and to keep Victor busy...so they can do the work
they need to do? To help finish my father's work and complete
his wishes? Sigh.... Well, I'll think about it tomorrow. (Hmmm
Cat...more shades of Scarlett Ohara --- Christ, I've been too
long in the deep south!)

I need some sleep. Think I'll just lay my head back and relax.
It's going to be at least 4 hours to London. God, I'm so tired.
Just close my eyes for a little while. To sleep....perchance to dream. I don't remember falling asleep...but oh god... I do remember my nocturnal forays.

Merry ole England. Why is it that whenever I am in London, whether in reality or in my dreams...it is forever foggy? A dank
dark green place where the sun never seems to shine? How can
there be green grass, looming trees and lush foilage where there
is never any sun?

There was a long alley, a never ending alley. And I am being
chased. By whom I don't know....I'm not sure...why I'm running or what or whom, I'm running from. But my heart is pounding,
an irrational panic consuming me. There are footsteps behind
me, slow relentless..never pausing, never faltering footsteps.
I just know I had to keep running...and so I do. Run right into
a chain link fence. Panicked I look up and there is no end in sight.
the fence just goes on forever. And like a child, I close my eyes
in hopes that the footsteps will stop......and I will be safe.
They don't. Keeping my eyes closed tightly I hear those relentless
footsteps stopping. Right in front of me. Feel the warm steady
breath of my stalker on my face. "Keep your eyes closed Cat."
I hear the low haunting voice whisper in my ear. I feel his hand
light upon my hair, leaving a warm tingling in it's wake. I am terrified.....yet not. I am frozen and cannot move. Even if I wanted to. And I am not sure I do. There is something electric
in his touch. Evil..yet compelling. Something calling to me.

My breath comes faster now, racing my pulse and yet... still I
cannot seem to move. I lean against the fence, can fill the
bite of the chains against my back, trying to back away from HIS
touch. Oh God, I am powerless. His hand trails the length of
my hair, his fingers separating the strands. It runs the length
of my hair from the scalp to my hips and he whispers.."Like
the finest of silks...." I can feel his knuckles as he passes them across my breasts light as a feather. My nipples pucker and tighten in response. He chuckles..low..seductively. And I pool
beneath the sound. He places his right hand lightly around my
throat, resting his fingers almost nonchalantly. Nonthreatening.
His pelvic lightly grinds against me......a promise yet to be fulfilled.

"It's almost time, Cat." he says against my mouth. His breath
lightly caressing my lips. "Time for us." he says as his tongue
swipes teasingly across my lips. "Time to surrender...."

I wake up panting. "Time" I say aloud. And rubbing my scalp hard back and forth. "Time is running out." I knew this. And
was glad. But as I got off the plane, "Surrender?...Never!"
Hoping against hope that I was not trying to convince just
me, myself and I.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: sorry Guys, for not posting recently, Horrble bouts of somehow being unable to post really well...Im really really sorry.

 

[queen-mab]

Farewell to Literotica

This story has completely lost its impetus for me.

So has Literotica as a whole.

Take care, everyone.

 

[Arius]

Farewell

Due to issues which have arisen within my own personal life I feel I have little choice but to leave Lit. With the thread taking as many twists and turns and spiraling to what it has become I find that I do not have the time to sit each day contemplating what exactly is going on. I wish all of you the best in the future.

Arius