“OK not almost then,” Jay whispered. Jay looked closely and saw that it was a staff—a cudgel, really—intricately carved and notched.“I found this on a high rock ledge in the other room.”“Quite a find,” Jay said. Gay sex It gets my juices going. I looked down at the stick I was leaning on. He had a wooden yoke around his neck and his wrists were bound to the end of this on both sides. Strangely, though, it was harsh as well as sing song. It gets my juices going. There was another clearing beyond—a strange clearing, as it was really like a path, but much wider than ones the Gentle People made between their village and field.And when I got to where I could see who was making the harsh sing-song noises, I was amazed—and numb in shock. “It’s obviously the life of two men devoted to each other. There was another yoke beside him, but it was on the ground. But I saw that the leaves were the right ones—the ones that would pull any poison from the pointed stick out of me and would help heal the wound.I was in pain, but it was not too bad.
