Lion Head Mesa crossbow

mourning is not over yet, she whispered softly, uncertain if it was more for herself or for the coming words. maybe he won't much such a demand until the time has passed. wishful thinking and this she knew for the thoughtful look on her face.

all of this replaced by the sudden instruction to expose her belly!

oh, um, awkwardly she rolled, feeling much the weight of things shifting. and now with belly up, she swore she could feel more of the life. one (was it but only the one? or was that one the fussiest?) seemed content to push and shove against her sides, lively and fussy for this sudden churning movement.