Slowly She Awakened
Slowly she awakened, stretching, crawling, clawing out of the hole
she had created for herself.
Slowly she came nigh him.
Slowly she got up. Slowly
she qaed to him. Slowly she raised
herself to the tip of his cock.
Slowly she turned round.
Slowly she retrieved her dagger from her side. Slowly she raised her hand to end his life and her
torment. Slowly she relaxed, but
her hips had taken up a motion of their own. Slowly she went mad while he searched for another body. Slowly she looked upon him. Slowly she leaned back, arching her
small body against the belt, rolling her head back. Slowly she moved her hand to the wound. Slowly she lifted her gaze upward to
see Sesame standing with a look of horror on his face. Slowly she unclenched her hands and
worked each finger, bending each joint.
Slowly she stretched and turned over. Slowly she got up.
Slowly she dressed, a warm smile on her lips as again she watched him
sleep. Slowly she's pushin that
screen door open and steppin out onto her sittin porch. Slowly she's steppin out onto the
porch, walkin through them hollerin sounds of her children. Slowly she twirled round the pole, her
silky hair flowing as a waterfall behind her. Slowly she turned this way and that, quick spins on taut
legs transporting her to explore an alien world. Slowly she raised herself up on the tip of her toes, still
hugging the tree with her body and one arm. Slowly she shifted her weight, inhaled sharply and planted
her other foot firmly on the stump.
Slowly she began to focus, and shapes became clearer, a voice, soft,
reassuring was saying something to her, and she could feel her hand being
held. Slowly she turned, step by
step, inch by inch. Slowly she
began to feel the presence of another, oddly familiar mind. Slowly she came to a house. Slowly she took off her hat and
jacket. Slowly she shimmied her
skirt down her legs until it hit the floor. Slowly she ran her hands up and down his fly, caressing
softly through the fabric. Slowly
she pushed and pulled the turgid flesh, tugging it gently and slowly, up and
down. Slowly she waded back to shore
and suppressed her emotions.
Slowly she became sleepy, but she kept Han's face in her mind. Slowly she fell back to sleep, her
pajamas soaked with sweat. Slowly
she fed and nurtured her soul.
Slowly she made her way to the driveway, the wood stacked under the
eaves of the barn just on the other side.
Slowly she bent to pick up the burlap so she could lay it over the other
half of the drive. Slowly she
kissed Gwen's fuzzy, brown-haired mound.
Slowly she climbed to the top while one man whipped the backs of her
legs with a leather strap. Slowly
she eased herself up, trying to roll her body. Slowly she unwrapped the harp and carried it in her arms
through the shadowed rooms, looking for a sign. Slowly she healed.
Slowly she grew. Slowly she
rose from sitting to kneeling, never breaking the kiss. Slowly she was able to stand for a few
seconds. Slowly she began to clean
up the house. Slowly she
befriended and learned about the women of the village. Slowly she told them about her
illness. Slowly she became aware
of a terrible pain in her stomach.
Slowly she looked up to the mirror and reeled back in shock. Slowly she drew the blade out of its
saya and laid it down, allowing the moonlight to play among the inazuma and the
horai in the grain of the steel.
Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and
asked her to pick out three hymns.
Slowly she was beginning to make the same manoeuvres as her big
sister. Slowly she moved her way
over to the door and looked out the window, his car had just left. Slowly she began to function and the
closet no longer seemed the only hope of saving herself and her kids. Slowly she opened it and there stood a
woman with her child. Slowly she
rose up to fly but came crashing to the ground. Slowly she heard footsteps and jumped up quickly with her
sword ready. Slowly she was dying,
and with a big smile she said, "I'm dying. . . what a beautiful
death." Slowly she stumbled
from her bed, thinking she was already late getting started. Slowly she started to make little
circles around her love button.
Slowly she stood and adjusted her jewelry. Slowly she began to sway to the beat of the drums that
tattooed their rhythm into her very soul.
Slowly she knew it was there, and what it was doing. Slowly she was gone.
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