Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

Wednesday did not answer the question immediately; she was too distracted by the feel of the suppler body of the woman against her own, gentle though the touch was. Her mind raced, twisting strangely, and when the other looked to her the new named woman looked back. The look caused her stomach to turn in a pleasant but foreign manner, a kindling set to flame in her belly.

Yes, she responded, her own husky voice strange to her own ears. Simply to lay beside her, this goddess, would fill her with joy she had never before known. To touch and to love and to bask in her presence was more than she imagined she would receive, more than she deserved. Where is it you reside? Perhaps the woman before her had a preference; for once, she would let a woman command her in life. Wednesday had lifted the woman to be her own equal, so why should she not?