The boy and the wolf sat down upon the rolling hills, the boy had hair golden white, lit by the setting suns rays, he had a cheeky smile, and an easy laugh. He was happy, he dreamed of soon sitting with his friends once again. In the dream, one of them asked him, why are you not playing like you used to? As if the friend had missed the Boy from before.. But the boy sat there, not needing to, happy and full, listening, watching his friends.. one of them said a kind thing to the Boy, and tears...

This happened long ago one afternoon, in a magical place hidden away, between two very ordinary towns.. The man and the woman, laid down upon welcoming grass, surrounded by trees of different sorts, as if watching over them both. They kissed, and talked, and desire grew between them, but still, he felt not free, she invitingly looked into his eyes, and said “you know, if you just want to fuck me, that IS ok” The man saw an image flash in his mind, a needle which pierced her eye, a whisper,...