Duct Tape

Lynne hollered for Quin. She was tired, and his preoccupation with something on the TV was driving her crazy. She wanted to just curl up, but dinner wouldn’t cook itself. “Quin!”

“Just a minute.”

“Please, Quin. I’m tired and I just want a little help.”

“Just a minute.”

Lynne started chopping up onions, but it was more like she was chopping all of her frustrations. It had been a rough couple of weeks, and nothing seemed to be going right. She’d added the onions, garlic and spices to the meat before Quin walked into the kitchen.

“Alright, what do you need?”

“Please take out the compost and then put away the dishes.”

Quin grabbed the compost bucket and headed outside. When he returned, he washed his hands and put away the dishes.

“Anything else?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” The words escaped her lips much sharper than she intended. “Sorry.”

Quin looked at her. “Do you need a spanking?”

Lynne flinched. It had been ages since they last played or had time for something as decadent as a spanking. “No.”

Quin smiled. Maybe you need a spanking and duct tape.”

“Why?”

“Ah, because duct tape turns ‘No! No! No!’ into ‘O! O! O!’ my dear.”

Lynne blushed and wondered if there was any duct tape in the house.

Quin walked back into the living room, smiling. He knew she was thinking about duct tape…

Riddles in the Wind (7)

Tilly stood there, her mouth open in surprise. She’d been expecting the mousy husband of a shifter who was due to give birth any day. Instead, she found Andre and standing near a huge truck, a group of men, that were thin, and worn. Shifters. Near the front of the truck, three Natives.

“Oh Andre!” She hugged him as if she would never let go. Finally, she did just that. “Come in. All of you come in. Oh lord.” She turned towards her assistant that night, Betsy. “Betsy, start tea. And get out anything there is to feed these men.”

Betsy ran for the little kitchen wondering what she’d find. Realizing that there was little to eat for two, let alone over a dozen men. She put the kettle on and ran for her mum’s house.

Tilly pulled out chairs, cushions and blankets for the men. She counted three Natives, Andre and twelve shifters. The kettle boiled and she went to see to it. As she poured tea and wondered where Betsy had gone, she looked out the window to see Betsy, and her sisters Jane and Mary coming down the road, arms heavy with baskets. Tilly opened the door and helped the girls set down their burdens.

“Mum says if’n you need more food, she’ll get it,” said Jane.

“Thank you dears. Help me take the food out to the men. They look starved.” Tilly grabbed the first tray of tea cups and the pot and headed out to the main room of the clinic. Tea was handed round, followed by sandwiches, cold chicken, potato salad and bread rolls.

Andre took a cup of tea and sipped it as if it were the best thing he’d ever tasted. It wasn’t so much the drink, as the kindness that poured from Tilly and the girls. The men murmured thanks and ate until there was nothing left. Even the lemon biscuits and welsh cakes were nothing but crumb memories. The girls cleared up the plates while Tilly added wood to the stove. Then she sat and waited for the men to tell their tale.

“Then this man, Big Bear with his son, helped us on the train and then to the truck out there. Uncle there drove for a bit until George remembered how. Tilly, you are the best sight I’ve seen in nearly three years.”

“Andre, you have no idea of how glad we are to see you.” She smiled and wiped more tears from her face. She looked at the men, some of which had fallen asleep. “And all of you are welcome too. We will help you find your families.”

“Tank u.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Good to be home.”

The rest of the men echoed the sentiments.

“Please sleep where you are comfortable. There are rooms, or if you want to puppy pile, I understand.” Tilly turned to the three Cree. “I have bedding for you as well.

“Thank you. We have bed rolls in the truck,” said Big Bear. He nudged his son who got up to get the bedding. Uncle just smiled.

“Thank you for helping my family.”

“You have a good heart. Not shifter, but good heart,” said Uncle.

It was Tilly’s turn to nod.

Tilly woke to the sound of pounding on the clinic door. “Just a moment!” she called. Grabbing her sweater, she headed for the door. When she opened it, she found a number of people standing there. Some had come by car or horse. Others had walked. “Yes?”

“Our men. We hear that they have come home, yes?” said one woman.

“Aye! Hear that Andre, he ghost walk home with family.”

“You! Let us in!” growled an old man, who was more wolf that man.

“Of course. They were asleep, although I suspect that they are all awake now.” Tilly stepped aside and let the people filter in. She moved across to where Andre slept and crouched down next to him.

“It seems that my homeless men have homes that missed them,” he murmured softly as he watched families welcome home the lost amidst tears and cries of joy.

“So it would seem.” The scene unfolding in her clinic reminded her of when the men came home from war. Even the two men who swore they had no family had people come to them and greet them.

“Thank you! I thought he was lost,” said one old woman.

“Bout time eh?” said another as the lost man and his family moved towards the door.

“You! Good job!” The old man with the tufted ears smiled as he walked out with George on one arm.

Tilly just smiled. In the years that she had lived with shifters had shown her just how changeable life could be. One instant, all was quiet. The next, life exploded. As the families reunited, they thanked Andre and Tilly and then left. Soon, the only ones left were the three Cree, Andre and herself. They had almost gotten back to sleep when the door rumbled again under the pounding of a fist. Andre opened it this time to find a small man standing in the moonlight.

“Me wife. The baby. I… I need Tilly!”

Tilly appeared behind Andre before he could turn. “First child. Want to come?”

Andre took a whole second to decide. “Let’s go.”

“Bbbbut?” the man stuttered as he looked at Andre.

“He’s a doctor too,” said Tilly as she began to head up the road at a fast pace. The man and Andre followed.

By the time they had returned to the clinic, Betsy had cleaned up, fed Big Bear, Pasquah and Uncle and was readying the clinic for the day. Andre sat at the table while Tilly headed upstairs to shower.

Big Bear looked over at Andre. “We head back to Calgary. You need us, this the number of Uncle’s garage. Just tell him to get us.” He handed Andre a phone number.

“Thank you.” Andre folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Then he stood and hugged each of the men in turn. Big Bear hugged him while pounding him on the back. “You a good man. Strange, but good.” Then, before Andre could say anything, the three men walked out of the clinic, climbed into the truck and drove off.

Betsy brought more tea and a plate of hot pancakes with bacon and eggs to Andre. He thanked her and began eating.

“You the talk of the valley, Uncle Andre.”

“Uncle?” Andre was confused. “Honorific or family?”

“Family. My papa Brian. His papa be Henry and his papa be that Brian married to GranMere Natalie. Jane and Mary my sisters. Twins.” Betsy ticked family off on her fingers.

Andre blinked and then nodded. If he had ever seen Betsy before, she’d have been an infant. In his mind, logic dictated that the family had expanded. Then he realized that the girls would be about the same age as Libellule. Libellule! He stood up and walked to the stairs. He was about to head up when he realized that Tilly might still be in the shower. He returned to the table and finished his breakfast while he waited for Tilly.

“Where did the Cree go?”

“Home. Tilly, where is Libellule?”

“Oxford. Once we buried Marie, she went back to school. Her heart wasn’t in it, but she knew that she’d go stir-crazy sitting here.” Tilly nodded thanks to Betsy as she began to eat.

“Can we go to her?”

“Of course. Do you want to call her first?”

“No. I couldn’t cope with just hearing her voice.”

Tilly nodded. “We need to get your papers in order. I’ll make arrangements later this afternoon.”

Andre nodded. “Marie?”

“She is in the cemetary, next to her granmere Celia. We brought her home.”

Andre nodded and left the clinic.

The wind blew his hair as he knelt next to the stone that marked Marie’s grave. Tears traced down his face. His fingers dug into the rough grass. If he could have howled, he would have. “Marie…” A shadow eclipsed the stone for a moment and then David, Micah, Paul and Felix were there beside him. They looked at his tear streaked face and nodded. They understood his pain, as they felt it too.

Tilly turned towards the cemetery as the sound of howls rose and curled in the wind. Tears came to her eyes as Andre and his ‘pack’ honored Marie.

Riddles on the Wind (6)

1972 Oxford.

Tilly watched as Libellule ran. She felt a bit daft standing there with a leash in her hands, but it was the only way that they could manage even in the semi ‘wilds’ of the open lands near Oxford. It had been a week since Tilly had spoken to Rose. No one had heard from Andre or Maria. Libellule had pinpointed an area on a map where she had last ‘felt’ her parents to be. Family had headed up there, but so far the search had proven worthless.

She ran. It wasn’t far enough, but she kept going. Round and round the green grasslands skirting the edges of trees and brambles. A rabbit nearly died of shock when it ran out in front of her, but she knew it wasn’t good to eat it here. Too many two-legs. After a while, she headed back towards Tilly.

“You do know it feels absolutely daft to have my niece on a leash. Oh heavens! It rhymes!” Tilly laughed as she lead her “wolfhound” back to the hotel.

An hour later, the two woman sat in the restaurant of the Royal Oxford Hotel sipping tea and eating crumpets.

“What do you want to do Libby?”

Libby sighed. “Part of me wants to go back to Canada and help search for Maman and Papa. The other part wants to get back to school. I feel guilty about that, because finding my parents should be more important. And yet I think that maybe they’d want me to get on with my life. I’m terribly conflicted.”

Tilly nodded. She didn’t admit to Libby that she had the same thoughts. The hospital was short handed enough with her gone, yet she knew that Libby needed her at the moment. What frustrated her was the lack of information from the family. “Well, you need to make a decision. Trinity term is half over. You’ve lost weeks at this point.”

“Yes. I don’t think I’ll be able to catch up. I’ll have to start up at Michaelmas. Perhaps I can do both. Go home until August and then return.”

Tilly thought about that for a moment. “Perhaps that would work. The warmer weather may help in the search.”

Libby nodded.

A week later, Libby had withdrawn from St. Hilda’s with a promise to return in the autumn. She’d said goodbye to her friends and places her belongings in storage with Gabby’s parents. The flight from Heathrow to Calgary seemed to take forever. When they finally cleared the baggage area, they found Rose, Quintus, Mary and a few of the cousins waiting for them. They all piled into cars and headed off to Rose’s house.

“So, we find that burned plain. Plenty dead bones. None of them your parents,” said Quintus.

Libby and Tilly listened as they ate dinner.

“Then we find that camp. Bits and pieces of gear all over. Signs of wolves, man all over. Don’ recognize any of them ‘cept Andre. So much snow, it hard to track clear. After a day, we finally find that cairn.”

“Maman’s grave?”

“Aye. My son Brian, Alice’s Luc and I talk long time. Decide to bring Maria home. Ground, it too frozen. So, we mark it good and come home.”

Libby nodded. It was nearly May, and there was still deep snow in the mountains. “Where is Papa though?”

“No one has heard from him. No reports from the Mounties. And before you ask, yes, we’ve reported him missing,” said Rose.

“When the weather warms up, I want to go with you to bring Maman home.”

“Aye.” Quintus could see by the look on her face that there was no dissuading her.

Time passed swiftly as Libby caught up with her cousins and the family. Alexander and Jelka were happy to see Libby. Andrew, didn’t know what to make of her. Libby couldn’t decide if he was just shy or tongue tied. Every time she spoke to him, he blushed or his voice squeaked. Some of the family came up from Montana. Quintus’ son Brian brought his family up. Lutitia was a willowy toddler, while Helene was a sturdy two year old. Belle, their mother was pregnant with their third child. Margaret’s son Duncan was enamored with John Wayne and refused to answer to his name. The entire family had finally given in and began to call him Duke. Lewis had been happy to see Libby and tell her all about his lumber business.

Mid-May Quintus, Luc, Brian and Libby left for the Yukon and the site of Maria’s grave. The bush plane pulled up next to the burned wreck that Quintus and the family had found earlier. It was a short hike in from the lake to the campsite. The snow had begun to melt, leaving slush patches amidst the hardpack snow. Quintus winced when he realized that some of the brown patches were not mud or debris, but frozen blood. Before he could distract Libby, he saw her kneel and inspect one of them.

“Not Maman.”

Luc looked at her quizzically. “What?”

“There is a lot of blood here. This is not Maman’s.” Libby stood and walked over to another spot near the blackened ring of a fire pit. “This is Maman’s blood.”

“Libby, you say we have more than one dead here?” asked Quintus.

“Aye. I think maybe there is more here than what we see.” She walked a little farther. “This is a third spot of blood. Different than the other two.”

Brian walked up to his father. “There is wolf scat over near the trees. Must have been a pack of shifters. Maria mebbe she gather shifters?”

Quintus walked over to where Brian had been. He saw the same signs and nodded. He was puzzled now and wondered what had really happened. He walked past the campsite and headed up to the grave.

It took them a while to move the stones and dig down to Maria’s body. What they found was a sleeping bag wrapped in a tarp. It was a frozen cocoon. They excavated as best they could. In the end, they levered the wrapped body and took it back to the plane. Once they got back to Calgary, they took the body to a local mortuary run by family. When the body thawed, they discovered the cause of Maria’s death.

“She’d been shot?”

“Yes, Tilly. Shot. Three wounds. One fatal.” explained Quintus. He’d asked to see the body when the mortuary assistant had called and explained what had happened. The subvocal growls had shaken the room.

“You think Andre and that pack of shifters kill the men and burn the plane to hide things?” asked Rose.

“Aye.”

“It’s the only logical answer,” said Libby.

“And the only question left is where is Andre?” Tilly asked.

Two days later, Maria was buried in the family cemetery up in the valley next to her Grandmere Celia.

A Little Bit of an Explanation

I fell off the blog sphere. Big time. A while back, I mentioned that there had been another death to deal with. That was my ex. It made for a very tangled mess. Trying to sort out everything between our children, family, and legalities was crazy. Now to complicate matters, we discovered that my name was still on the house. So, all of a sudden, I owned a home again. (yeah!) And a mortgage. (Boo!) Oh, and the house was a wreck. Filthy. My mind boggles when I think of the state of the house when we first took over the keys. We’ve spent a month cleaning. Bleaching, mopping, sanding, hauling trash, sorting, painting, more painting, scraping, spackling. You name it, it has eaten our lives. Wolf and I have been working so hard, we haven’t even had time or energy for sex! (oh the horrors!)

However, we are beginning to turn the corner, and will soon be moving into our new home. I will have a studio. Wolf will have an office. Better yet, we will have some private space. (do you have any idea of how hard it is to have a good spanking in a house full of people?)

And… I will be doing my best to write! Oh how I’ve missed writing!

Solstice Blessings!

Happy Holidays to everyone! And…Just a little pic to keep warm thoughts flowing.

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Riddles on the Wind (5)

Please be patient. It’s taking a while to get back into the rhythms of writing. The latest death in the extended family has taken it’s toll. Just as we thought everything was settled down, life went to hell in that damned handbasket again. Hope you enjoy the latest installment… 

Jeffreys took the men to the train station the next afternoon. As he watched the train pull slowly out of the station, he could have sworn he saw a pack of wolves race the train. He turned to holler at the station master, but by the time he found him, the wolves had disappeared. On the last car of the train, he saw three of the men wave at him. He waved back.

Andre turned to Felix and Paul. “Damn close. That Mountie, he watch us.”

Paul nodded. “We grab the men pret damn quick. They dressed now. Hope no one count them tickets.”

The other two men nodded. They headed back towards the Second Class cars, where the rest of the pack sat. They watched the scenery flow by and then disappear as the night closed in. The men went in groups of fours or fives to the dining car to eat. They curled up and slept while others took turns on watch.

At dawn, the train stopped to pick up passengers. Some of the men slipped off the train so that when the conductor came through, the tickets matched the head count. As the train started up, Andre and Felix made certain that all the men got back on. When he went back into their compartment, there were two new men. They smiled at Andre. Not certain of what to do, he smiled back.

“You are?” he began to ask.

The first man stood. He towered over Andre. “Big Bear. Cree-Saulteaux. You… Not Metis like these wolf pups, but boss man, Aye?”

Andre nodded. The man’s braids were shot with gray, and hung past his waist.

“This Pasquah. No good son.” Big Bear smiled as he shook the slight built man. “We see your men run for train, and decide that we come too.”

Andre looked over at Felix to see how the shifters were handling the intrusion. Felix nodded. “So, you recognize my friends?”

Big Bear and Pasquah sat down on the floor and smiled. Andre took his seat. He waited to see what the two men would say.

“We see you run. The woods hide many things. Metis, they are a shifty bunch.” Big Bear laughed this time. The tension in the room eased, and soon everyone was chatting. When the conductor came by to ask for tickets, he took one look at the two Indians and then just kept walking. Later, some of the men went to the dining car and came back with sandwiches and sodas for everyone. Afterwards, some men slept while others talked. Big Bear moved over to sit next to Andre.

“You been out a long time.”

“Over three years.”

“Hard to be civilized. What brings you back?”

“My daughter.” Andre was trying to figure out how to explain this to a total stranger who seemed to know him better than anyone since his father-in-law, Brian.

Big Bear nodded. “Your wife, she with her?”

“Non. Dead up that Yukon.” Andre looked out the window, trying to hold back the tears. His emotions were still so raw even after all this time. He felt a warm hand on his. He looked back to see Big Bear looking at him as if he knew everything.

“Hunters?” he asked softly.

Andre nodded.

Big Bear nodded. They sat there in silence as the train clacked down the rails.

Edmonton train station was loud. Full of people. Andre and the pack huddled together. Big Bear had sent Pasquah off to find information.

“We want to head to Leithbridge and then up into the mountains. It is too much for some of us though.” Andre didn’t want to admit that it was too much for all of them. The Mountie had given them money for tickets, but the confusion and crowds were overwhelming them.

“Pasquah will find us. He has a friend. Let us go outside and wait on the grass.”

Andre nodded and the men followed him. Paul was trying not to growl under his breath, and David just looked lost. Once they were outside, the men began to relax a little. Andre thought back to Brian and his sons during the war and wondered how they survived the long sea voyages without going crazy. He was ready to run bolt himself.

An hour later, Pasquah loped across the lawn to where the men sat. He came to a halt in front of his father. “I found Uncle and he has a truck he will let us use.”

“A truck?”

“A big farm truck. We just need to pay for petrol.” Pasquah pointed back at a 1940’s Deuce and a half. It had the wooden sides and canvas top. Another man waved from the window. “We can take you wherever you want.”

Andre looked around at the pack. One by one, they nodded. “Let’s get out of the city.”

Five hours later, Andre pointed towards the turn that would take them up to the valley and home. As the truck rolled past the sawmill, Andre had a feeling of dread overcome him. There were more lights and houses than there had been when they left. He worried that there would be no one there who knew him.

“Turn down that lane,” he directed George, who was driving. George followed his directions until they came to a small house with a sign out front that read ‘Clinic’. “Wait here.” Andre hopped out of the truck and headed for the door. He knocked, and a moment later, Tilly opened the door.

Peanut Butter

With a sigh of pleasure, he opened his legs giving her free access to his balls. She massaged the peanut oil gently and then began to rub more onto his cock.

“Oh that feels so good Honey”

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned as she began to lick his balls. Her tongue ran up from the base of his balls. She licked up, down and around both sides.

He squirmed as his cock got harder and harder. He about shot his load as her tongue wrapped around the base of his cock and began to lick upward.

She giggled.

As scrambled as his brain was with pleasure, something was wrong. How could she laugh while her mouth was so wrapped around his balls. He struggled to understand as his pleasure built.

He woke with a start. He’d been dreaming. He could still feel her tongue on his balls, which confused him as the laughter seemed to come from the doorway. He flipped back the covers to see their dog licking peanut butter off of his balls with long loving devoted strokes. He screamed. The dog kept licking his balls.

She bent double with laughter in the doorway as she licked peanut butter off of the spoon.

 

(Yes, working my way back to writing! Another death in the extended family knocked me for a loop. But… I am working on making dedicated time for writing. Hope you enjoyed my little tease.)

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And the Bride Wore Plaid

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Riddles on the Wind (4)

Oxford, 1972.

“Libby! Answer me!” Gabby pounded on the door again.

“Maybe we should get the bursar,” Betsy was torn between trying to force the door and fleeing downstairs.

Gabby stopped pounding on the door. “Fine. Go get him. Make sure he brings a key. I know something’s wrong. Libby wouldn’t miss class.”

Betsy ran down the stairs to the domestic Bursar’s office. She was back in a few minutes, with Miles Stour, the bursar. He was a bit out of breath, but he had the keys in his hand.

“Better not be one of your pranks,” he said as he opened up the door. He was about to give them more of his thoughts when the door swung open. The room was a mess. The two girls screamed at the same time as they launched themselves into the room towards a crumpled form on the floor. He was half way down the stairs when one girl screamed at him to call an ambulance.

“Sir? Will she be alright?” Gabby tried to ask the doctor as he moved down the hall and away from the room that they’d taken Libby.

He stopped and turned. “Are you one of the girls that found her?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where her parents are? Any guardian?”

“No. I don’t. Her parents were in Canada. Up doing some sort of research in the Yukon.”

He sighed. “Would the college know of anyone?”

Gabby thought for a moment. “No, but my parents might stand as guardian until someone was found.”

He nodded and gestured for her to follow him.

Three hours later, Gabby’s parents came out of the conference room to where Gabby waited with Joan and Betsy.

“Girls, Libby will be alright. She was terribly dehydrated and seems to have suffered some sort of seizure.” Gabby’s father paused to let this sink it. The doctors had feared drugs, which were beginning to be seen more and more in the Oxbridge circles, but there had been no trace in Libby’s blood. They finally wrote it down as ‘unknown seizure’.

“When can we visit her?” Betsy was still teary eyed.

“Tomorrow. The doctors want a few hours to bring her back. She’d been very near death. If you three hadn’t been worried, they might not have found her until it was too late.”

We’re very proud of you girls,” Gabby’s mum mentioned. “Now we need to find a way to contact her parents.”

The next day, with the bursar’s permission, the girls went through Libby’s room. They found her address book. After returning to Gabby’s rooms, they began calling people. They started with those of the same last name, Paquet. No one answered the first number. They moved on, and finally someone named Tilly answered the phone. It was some aunt, and she said she’d come as fast as she could. When they’d tried to describe where Libby was, the woman said she was English, and knew Oxford.

The three girls walked down the hall of the hospital, and waited to be admitted into Libby’s room. When they went in, Libby was curled up with a book, looking pale but better than when they’d found her. She looked up and smiled. Thank you.”

All three spoke at once.

“Anything for a friend.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Just so glad you’re alright. We called an aunt of yours, and she’s coming over,” Betsy explained.

Libby blinked. “Who?” Her voice was still a bit gruff.

“Tilly Paquet. She was the first person who actually answered a phone.” Betsy suddenly felt unsure. “We… we didn’t know how to find your parents.”

Libby nodded. “She’s alright. At least you found someone.”

“What happened Libby?” asked Joan.

Libby looked at the three, as they set down flowers, grapes, chocolate and their coats. She took a deep breath. “This will sound strange, but I was sitting in a the library when I had this horrid pain in my side. I thought I was going to be ill, right there in the Bodleian. I ran, and headed home, thinking I was going to be terribly ill, but all I could think about was my mum.”

“Your mum?” asked Gabby.

“Yes. I… I had this feeling that something dreadful had happened. That she is dead. Then I just curled up in a ball and cried. Next thing I know, I’m in hospital.”

“Did you tell the doctor that?” asked Joan.

Libby nodded. “Mum and Dad are up in the Yukon somewhere, and they have been terribly hard to contact. I hadn’t heard from them in a bit, and they should have contacted my aunts or my cousins by now. I…” She began to cry.

The girls moved forward to hug her.

Tilly moved through the airport and out to the nearest taxi. He loaded her luggage and headed for Paddington Station. From there she caught the next train to Oxford. The Churchhill Hospital was familiar to Tilly. She was dropped there by the cabbie at tea time. She was exhausted, but hoped that Libellule would be waiting for her. The nursing sister at the desk was brisk, but responded when Tilly informed her of the relationship to one of their patients.

“Come with me.” The sister walked briskly down the hall and then into a room.

Tilly followed and found that Libellule was asleep. “I’ll just wait for her to wake.”

The sister nodded and left.

Tilly made herself comfortable and waited. It didn’t take long before Libellule stirred, stretched and woke. She looked over to see a thin grey haired woman sitting quietly in the chair by the door.

“Aunty Tilly.”

“Libellule, how are you?” Tilly moved forward to embrace her niece.

“Tired, but better. Has… has anyone heard from Maman?”

“No. We can’t find them.”

Libellule nodded. “I think… that Maman is dead. I hurt so bad, yet no injury. An when I call for her, I can’t here her anymore.”

Tilly took this all in. Everyone knew that Libellule had been able to hear all of the shifters from the time she was very little. Only Celia had had that talent, and even she had limitations. “Are you certain?”

Libellule nodded. “I try and try. I hear all my cousins, I even here Granpere Buster. He crazy lonely.”

Tilly nodded. The whole family shattered in slow motion when Natalie died, and her husband Brian had never recovered. Those left in the valley did there best, but there were just too many people.

“Do you want to come home with me?” Tilly wasn’t certain what the right course of action was, but she had to offer.

Libellule thought for a moment. “I… I don’t know. Part of me wants to run to where I last knew they were, and the other part of me wants to run and hide. I have never felt so alone. I always here Maman.”

“Can you hear your papa?”

“Non. Sometimes I hear him, like the day he came to get Maman and I. Or when he is very happy. Now, I hear nothing. I worry. Papa, he will live so long and now…” Her voice drifted off.

Tilly stood up and wrapped her arms around her niece. “If you’d like, I’ll talk to the doctors and see if you can at least leave the hospital.”

Libellule nodded.

Two hours later, Tilly and Libellule left hospital and headed for the Royal Oxford Hotel. Room service brought tea and a light supper. The two women talked while they ate. Tilly made a few calls while Libellule took a bath.

“Yes, let me know the moment you discover anything. Thank you Rose.”

Life and Coloring Books…

I’m almost recovered from all that has gone on over the last three months. An SCA event, a music festival and lots of craziness with life in general. Wolf and I have been going to bed by 9pm! Gaaah! I will not even begin the rant that is “lack of playtime”. My goal is more writing, more sex and more “us time”.

However, on a funny note… my sister while looking for an Outlander coloring book came across a coloring book entitled “Color my Boobs“. Yes, the coloring book world had forayed into Erotica! There is one on sexual positions and cunts as well!