The Tahl-Mat made a quick, imperious gesture with one hand, the soft jangle of the golden bracelets adorning her wrist sounding a compelling note through the long room. Slowly silence spread on both sides of the table as one of the gorgeously plumed ladies hovering behind the seated women rustled forward to help the old
The Swim Team Pt. 02
** Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old.Coach sat down in his chair as the shower purred. “Can you get my shoes for me, son?””Sure thing, Coach.”I knelt down at his feet, but he wheeled the chair closer so that I was between his legs. He set one foot down on my