Tangle in the Dark - Kassidor

tuck just a little too soon, flopped on the bull’s back and sliddown its shoulder as it skidded to a stop.It bellowed and he extricated himself and patted the bullgently on the neck and shoulder. It got up and trotted to thegirl. His friends were giving him various catcalls. A certainone-finger salute must have very ancient roots, especiallywhen done under the guise of scratching one’s ear. His secondrun was a perfectly done simple vault with a grandstandingone-handed pat on the bull’s rump as he sailed over that drewmore catcalls and hoisted flaggons from his buddies. She hadto admire the fact that the serious drinkers in this societycarried cups with pointed bottoms that couldn’t be put down.He leapt up to the maindenstand unassisted. She gave hima tentative smile. Of course he spoke no Kassidorian, muchless English, just ancient Minoan of which she knew thewords for ‘fuck’, ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ out of the expectedconversation. She heard none of them, she heard the wordsfor ‘beauty,’ ‘honor,’ and ‘civilization.’ He strodepurposefully toward her, she tried not to flinch. She hoped hewould be slow with his foreplay. As he got close, her urge tostart this encounter with a kiss was answered as he gave her awarm but chaste one and took her hand.Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yellelle was the nexttemple girl selected. She saw her move confidently towardthe maidenstand and smile at Ava as she passed. This wouldbe Yellelle’s third round. There was a chance they would meetin the washroom after.451