Blacktail Deer Plateau sets the heart in my ribcage fluttering;

his first lover might have been ying, the harlot mulled silently to herself. had she robbed him of a properly sweet experience? she could provide the lushness of expertise and the fruit to bear thereafter, but love's original spark was unforgettable.
no matter now; the sisters had gone.
a smile swept the windy isles of her face, clearing its tension. "back to de bay," she repeated, glancing into her wife's eyes. "i would like dat, very, very much, rosalyn."