>Horo did as instructed and rose, shuddering, her lascivious part making wet, lewd noises. Once completely free of Lawrence she toppled forward onto the hay, her tail-end proudly raised in the same position she originally propositioned Lawrence perhaps an hour or two ago. She had lost track of the time and the moon was no help in trying to discern it. Feeling playful, she examined her lover by looking at him upside-down between her dripping legs. His lean, pale torso sported a thin sheen of sweat, his mouth was slanted at an odd angle. Everything was slanted at an odd angle, actually.