It was easy to hoist her up onto the altar: just hands around her back, hands around her hips, an easy lift, and holding on good and tight was certainly necessary.
He kept his feet on the ground for a moment and amused himself with her legs, stroking the tops of her thighs, tracing the curve of her hips. He leaned against her knees and looked at her, kindly, openly (because it made for better contrast with his stories).
"I was an executioner once too. I can't tell you how many men--and women, for that matter--I put to death. Maybe I could, if I thought about it. But I remember the swing and fall of the axe, and the sounds of the crowds come to watch."
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It was easy to hoist her up onto the altar: just hands around her back, hands around her hips, an easy lift, and holding on good and tight was certainly necessary.
He kept his feet on the ground for a moment and amused himself with her legs, stroking the tops of her thighs, tracing the curve of her hips. He leaned against her knees and looked at her, kindly, openly (because it made for better contrast with his stories).
"I was an executioner once too. I can't tell you how many men--and women, for that matter--I put to death. Maybe I could, if I thought about it. But I remember the swing and fall of the axe, and the sounds of the crowds come to watch."