The girl was being transubstantiated as a holy ver, intact beneath two angelic succubi. As she convulsively grasped silk and flesh, she was urged into erotic seizures by their long, graceful fingers. At last, she began uttering one long syllable of worshipa lad to a forgiving deity. The beast at last had fled. Their happy voices became those of children, of virtuous schoolgirls, knowing they were finally safe. And being deeply fatigued, i managed to fall asleep on a couch just before dawn. I awakened in mid morning to fresh blue hydrangas and yellow roses in a pair of antique celadon mint green vases by each end of