Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA. They sat; Nan at the table, and the two men opposite one another each side of the fire, coffee in hands, little being said. Micky glowered at the younger man and growled, “Well you made the play are you going to screw her then…” adding “You self-assured young pup, if I was fitter I would have knocked your block off just for holding her as you did!” Terry smiled, he knew that Micky presented no threat, that Nan was his for the taking, and that his next comment was going to be the pivotal moment. " I'm sorry, Kelani." Not as sorry as he was," she said. "When he came back for seconds I bit off his ngarengare ... his penis." Damn!" When the others heard his screams they came. There was no way he could explain that. He died anyway. Bled to death." Damn!" I gasped again."There is no Maori word for oral sex," she said. "It is a perversion to them. When they found his penis on the ground in front of me, and my mouth bloody, they refused to even try to stop his bleeding. Of course I was even.Read More
