April, After Midnight
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Stacey Martin can't sleep after a long day at work. She asks her girlfriend to tell her a story. Is this fantastic tale true?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Tear Jerker Paranormal Magic DomSub Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
~Saturday 12 October, 2024~
Morning sunlight crept slowly across the floor, entering through the gap in the curtains and making its way across the tangled sheets. April stirred when the light finally reached her face, blinking tiredly as she slowly stretched. Her entire body ached, tiny electric shocks shooting through her as if she were still experiencing the aftermath of last night’s orgasms.
She was still wearing the purple chemise, the satin material clinging to her body. Her left breast was still hanging out over the top, and the bottom was pulled up high enough to show her blonde pubic hairs. Letting out a breath, April realized she had dry cum on her face and thighs.
Evan was laying beside her, his arm wrapped around her. His familiar weight was comforting, and she smiled while listening to his steady breathing. She ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest, her hand sliding down and confirming he was still naked. Her fingers curled around his morning wood, stroking him softly.
Memories of the previous night raced through her mind in flashes. There was laughter, whispered teasing, and the kind of closeness she hadn’t felt with Evan in months. She remembered the passionate sex, the mind-wiping orgasms, being so overwhelmed she bit his shoulder. The warmth she she felt last night and while reading the book still lingered inside her, like a small ember in her chest.
Scooting down the bed, April lowered her head and took his morning erection between her lips. The blonde’s sucking mouth and dancing tongue made Evan squirm in his sleep. He soon woke up and held April’s head while she gave him head. A few minutes later he groaned as he filled her mouth with warm cum.
“What a way to wake up,” Evan sighed as April lifted her mouth off him. He gasped when she parted her lips and showed him his cum on her tongue. “Holy shit.”
April closed her mouth and gave a deliberate swallow before showing him every drop was gone. “Mm, cum. I love cum.”
“I can tell,” he chuckled, his hand finding her boob. “You still have some on your face from last night.”
“Fuck, I need to shower,” April giggled.
“So do I,” Evan agreed while lightly rolling her nipple between his fingers. “And we never did decide what we were doing today.”
April raised an eyebrow, her head still over his crotch. “We covered this. You asked me out.”
“It’s going to be nice out, we could go on another walk?” he suggested, palming her breast. “Crown Meadow Acres?”
The farm?” she asked, her green eyes brightening.
“Yeah, we can eat there,” Evan continued. “They have amazing ice cream.”
“You’re bribing me with ice cream,” April grinned.
“A guy needs to do whatever it takes to get laid,” he teased. “Is it working?”
“Very much so,” she inclined her head while massaging his balls. “I plan to drain every drop from these balls.”
“In that case, maybe we can revisit the hotel idea?” Evan suggested. “Noble Star.”
“The place that charges by the hour? Pass,” April snorted. “The Winslow? We could go to the bar down the street, too.”
“No distractions, no work, no interruptions,” he whispered. “Just us.”
“That sounds romantic,” she smiled, laying down beside him.
“That’s the idea, babe,” Evan replied, kissing her sweetly.
Breaking the kiss, April sat up and reached for her glasses on the bedside table. A frown crossed her face when she realized the glasses were resting on the pages of the open Secrets of the Passionate Arts. She quickly put on her glasses and looked over at the mysterious book.
Lesson Nine: Abandonment of Restraint.
Her stomach fluttered as she remembered thinking those same words the previous night. A faint warmth stirred in her chest again, the same strange heat she always felt when reading from the book. Sure, she had read the lesson titles before, so that did make some sense. However, the book had been closed when she set her glasses down last night. In the morning the lenses rested on the open pages as if placed there so she could read.
“I didn’t open this,” she murmured under her breath.
“What?” Evan said, sitting up.
April didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were moving across the page as she traced the edge of the leather cover. The lesson said it was for lovers who had awakened their passion, who had followed the previous lessons and truly claimed each other. For them, restraint could become a barrier to true connection. The words were elegant, almost poetic.
One section in particular mentioned that restraint would fall away naturally. Lovers would abandon it without thought, guided only by the fire between them. Her heart skipped as she realized every word was describing what happened the night before. It felt like the book was leading them, gently guiding them down a path it had already chosen.
Slowly, she turned another page. The illustration made her breath catch. It showed two figures tangled together, drawn in the same simple style she had seen throughout the book. The woman’s long hair fell in loose waves down her back. The man’s shoulders were broad, his posture familiar.
“Evan...” April whispered. The warmth in her chest flaring again as her fingers brushed the page.
“You okay?” he asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“It was closed,” she stated firmly.
“Uh, what?” Evan brushed her hair back behind her ear.
“The book was closed when I put my glasses on it last night,” April explained. “Now it’s open to the next lesson with my glasses on the page.”
“We were a bit distracted last night, babe,” he chuckled. “We did nearly break your glasses, remember?”
“It’s not just that,” she continued. “It seems to be guiding us. I always feel warm when I read it. It knows exactly what we need to read. The illustrations. It’s, it’s, I don’t know!”
“We’re magic, April. Not the book,” Evan insisted, kissing the back of her head. “It’s early. Don’t overthink things. I was being an ass, you called me on it. We fixed it. The book helped, sure, but there are a lot of relationship help books out there.”
“I ... maybe,” April mumbled, knowing he was wrong. The book was something special. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
Evan went to take a shower while April sat in bed with the book in her lap. The lesson didn’t just cover the value of abandoning restraint, it also warned of the dangers. April felt a faint warmth from the pages and couldn’t shake the feeling that the text was not only guiding them, it was responding to them. The book made sure to mention the importance of the earlier lessons; not to forget the emotional aspects and lose themselves in the physical. One line in particular caught April’s attention.
“Even the most connected lovers must not let the fire consume all reason, or the bond may burn itself away.”
Flipping through the book, April soon lost herself in another old myth. The story told of two young lovers from rival villages in medieval France. They couldn’t be seen together, so they met in an apple orchard. Every time they met, they would feed each other a slice of apple before speaking. The ritual reminded them to slow down and savor the moment. The book claimed couples in that region would still feed each other fruit before their wedding night. April felt a warmth in her cheeks as the text went on to explain the value of anticipation. Desire grew stronger when gratification was delayed.
Letting out a breath, April closed the book and ran her hands along the cover before placing it back on the nightstand. She then packed for their night away, making sure to hide the schoolgirl outfit underneath her pajamas so Evan wouldn’t notice it. He returned to the bedroom while she was kneeling on the bed with a handful of underwear.
“Jeez, how many pairs of underwear do you plan on ruining?” Evan chuckled, looking handsome in a pair of tan shorts and a blue t-shirt.
“What can I say?” she shrugged teasingly. “You make me cream my panties.”
“I’m usually not arrogant, but you do look like a lady who had an amazing night,” he smirked, helping her notice he was freshly-shaved.
“Is that so?” April giggled.
“Babe, your tit is still hanging out and you have cum on your face,” Evan pointed out.
“Oh,” the blonde blushed, looking down as she put her boob back in the camisole. “On that note, I’m gonna shower.”
April took a long shower, sighing as the hot water eased her sore muscles. She made sure to clean every inch of her body in preparation for another day of romance. Her underarms and legs were smooth, and her light blonde pubic hair was the perfect length and shape.
Her outfit for the day was a pair of jean shorts and a simple green t-shirt. A pair of flip-flops covered her feet as she returned to the bedroom and exchanged a quick kiss with Evan. April placed her hand on the cover of Secrets of the Passionate Arts, feeling its warmth as she reluctantly chose to leave the book at home.
It was early to check into a hotel, so April and Evan relaxed on the couch. His arm was around her shoulders as he put on a popular science-fiction show April loved. Rather than lose herself in the show, April decided to honor her promise to Lena and let her know how Friday went.
April: I may have passed out last night after a very fun time.
Lena: Yeah, get it girl! Details!!!
April: It still feels weird talking about my sex life.
Lena: We’re girlfriends, we’re supposed to share this stuff! Come on! Tell me something dirty!
April: I fell asleep with his stuff on my face and more drying on my thighs.
Lena: YES!!! Now that’s how to be a cumslut!
April: We also made a mess of the bedroom. The bed is damaged and we knocked things over.
Lena: Damn, I need to get some dick. What’s on your agenda for today?
April: Crown Meadow Acres, the bar, a nice hotel room at The Winslow.
Lena: Fuck! So jealous. I may go to a bar and look for a one-night stand.
April: Be safe.
Lena: Oh, stop. Nothing wrong with a chick wanting a quick lay. I’ll text you if I find a stud.
April: Gee, thanks.
When it was time to leave, Evan opened the car door for April and closed it once she was inside. The two of them held hands as Evan drove to a fast food restaurant for breakfast. They ordered sandwiches and Evan parked the car so they could eat and relax. April smiled when he reached out and lightly caressed her bare thigh.
“You look amazing today,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” April smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re following the book’s lessons. Let’s keep the hunger growing.”
“I’ll always hunger for you,” Evan smirked.
“Mm, someone’s hoping to get laid tonight,” she stuck out her tongue.
“Hey, I was promised any hole at any time,” he pointed out.
“I remember,” April nodded, moving her bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich to her mouth before freezing. “By the way, more than one thing came in the mail.”
“What’s that?” Evan frowned, looking her way.
April took her time chewing and swallowing. “The cute purple thing wasn’t all I ordered.”
“What else did you get,” he asked.
“Keep seducing me and maybe you’ll find out tonight,” she smirked. “If you need some incentive, you should know I also packed lube. Show me a good time, follow the lessons, and I’ll bend over so you can fuck my little ass.”
“You can have anything you want,” Evan stated plainly, eyes wide.
April bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as the elevator climbed toward the third floor of The Winslow Ashwood. She brushed her wavy blonde hair back as she squeezed Evan’s hand, her green eyes bright behind her black-framed glasses. He looked over at her with an amused smile.
“I haven’t seen you this excited since you upgraded the RAM in your computer,” Evan teased.
April pushed her glasses up her nose and laughed. “I’m excited because I’m happy and in love. We never do stuff like this.”
“We’re staying at a hotel ten minutes from home,” he pointed out.
“Women are a lot easier to please than men seem to think,” she giggled cutely. “It’s called changing the environment. New setting, new energy. It’s science.”
“It is?” Evan frowned.
“Maybe. Probably,” April shrugged. “Either way, that book was the best thing to ever happen to us. We’re being romantic and working on our relationship. Also, I’m horny. And I’m gonna get laid.”
“I would be more than happy to oblige,” he nodded.
The elevator chimed softly moments before the doors opened. April stepped out first, practically skipping down the carpeted hallway until she found their room. Turning, she gestured for Evan to hurry up since he was the one with the key card. Evan pressed the key to the reader, causing the light to flash green. He then pushed the door open so April could enter.
“Moment of truth!” she declared, slinging her purse and overnight bag over her shoulder as she stepped inside. She then immediately stopped, a small gasp escaping her lips.
Evan gently bumped into her back. “April? What ... what the fuck?!”
The room was neat and quiet, soft lamplight illuminating the area. There was a small sitting area by the window, a large television mounted on the wall, and a couple of bedside tables. Dominating the room was a large bed in the center. Sitting squarely in the middle of the crisp comforter was the book.
The dark green leather cover was unmistakable. The same worn binding, the faded golden lettering that spelled out Secrets of the Passionate Arts. April’s heart was racing as she stared at the book, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to form words.
I snort loudly, causing April to stop talking. She has one hand on my boobs while the other is between my legs, slowly circling my clit. My little nerd looks at me with pursed lips, a cute frown on her face. She lightly flicks my nipple, making me gasp and giggle.
“That was so rude,” she comments.
“Oh, come on!” I declare. “You made this big speech about every word of this story being true. NOW you’re just making crazy shit up.”
“I’m not making anything up!” April exclaims in her adorable voice. “This story is completely true. I might have assumed Evan’s feelings, but I’m telling you exactly what happened as I remember it.”
“Thinking the text changed, forgetting where you left it, imagining heat; that all can be explained away,” I reason. “You were in an emotional place with Evan and reaching for anything that could help. The book somehow appearing in the hotel room? Bullshit.”
“That’s exactly what happened,” she insists.
“You said the book wasn’t magic, but now it is?” I look at her with a raised brow.
“I never said the book wasn’t magic,” April points out. “I only said I never said it WAS magic. I was telling you I hadn’t said one way or another. It’s your fault for assuming I meant it’s not magic.”
“It’s fine if there’s no big story with you and Evan. Just admit you made up the book,” I giggle.
“The book is very, very real,” she says with a suddenly serious expression. “And very dangerous.”
“C’mon April, a magic book?” I roll my eyes. “What’s next? A haunted vibrator?”
April hits me with a pillow. “As awesome as that sounds, I have never encountered a possessed sex toy.”
“But you did find a magic sex manual?” I smirk. “You know, I am a big girl; I’m aware there’s no such thing as magic.”
“Perhaps you should broaden your horizons, my love,” she smiles. “Not everyone is as confident as you that there’s no such thing as the supernatural.”
“Right. Okay,” I shake my head. “By the way, this story is supposed to have a sad ending. You’re making life sound pretty fucking great.”
“Everything was great for a little while,” April sighs. “The book is special, and it’s intense. It warned us, but we didn’t listen.”
“What? Did he sprain his dick during a kinky position you found in the book?” I waggle my eyebrows.
“No,” she snorts. “Although, that book did have some great suggestions on how to fuck.”
“I’m sure it did,” I giggle.
“Shall I keep going or is my true story too unbelievable for you?” April asks.
“I’m enjoying the story,” I whisper as April starts touching me again. “Even if you are making all this up.”
“I’m not, Stacey,” April says sincerely, and for a brief moment I believe her. “That book is real. And it’s dangerous. Things start getting bad soon.”
April stepped farther into the room, eyes fixed on the bed. “I didn’t bring it.”
“You sure?” Evan asked, following her inside.
“Even if I did, how the fuck did I get it on the bed?” April spun around to face him. “You have both the keys!”
“I ... how did it get here?” he frowned, dropping his bag on the floor.
“I don’t know,” she said automatically. “I didn’t want to damage it. The pages are fragile and it’s old, so I left it in the bedroom. You saw me! Then we went into the living room and watched TV. We were together the entire time, neither of us grabbed it!”
“There has to be a reasonable explanation,” Evan insisted, brushing by April and walking over to place his hand on the book. “It looks the same, but maybe there were two copies? That’s it, right? You found a second copy and you’re teasing me?”
“I am not!” April growled. “I swear baby, I’m as freaked as you. There’s one copy. Handwritten. And I left it on the bedside table!”
Evan slowly opened the book, flipping through the pages. “Okay.”
“Okay?” April tilted her head, nervous excitement filling her as he looked through the old tome. “Okay what?”
“I’m not saying I believe in the supernatural, but I have to admit something weird is going on,” he said, continuing to look through the text. “Either way, I’m grateful to this book for helping save our relationship.”
“So am I,” she smiled softly.
“Lesson Nine: Abandonment of Restraint,” Evan read slowly before glancing over at April. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“It’s not just about amazing kinky sex,” April felt heat rise in her cheeks. “It’s about ignoring hesitation, being guided by passion. Not ruled by it. The book warns to remember the previous lessons.”
“Oh yeah, it does say that,” he nodded, his eyes traveling across the page.
April and Evan had plans, but they couldn’t resist diving into the book after finding it in their room. They found a random story titled The Lantern and the Flame. It spoke of two lovers who discovered a magical lantern that amplified the passion between them. Each night they turned the flame higher, believing more fire meant more love. But no flame could know restraint. Soon the lantern blinded them and the oil went dry, leaving only a cold, cruel darkness behind.
“It’s telling us not to overdo it,” Evan winced, lying beside the blonde. “I, ah, I guess that’s appropriate.”
“We’ll be careful,” April insisted, kissing his cheek. “The book might be magic, but we can handle it.”
Evan opened his mouth to respond, freezing when the pages of the book started turning, as if blown by the wind. April and Evan turned to stare at each other with wide eyes, neither able to speak. Shrugging helplessly, April turned to look at the book. Evan nervously did the same.
“The Rhythm of Fire,” Evan read the neatly-printed title.
“Read it,” April urged.
“Alright,” he cleared his throat, “let’s see what ancient wisdom we’ve got now.
“Fire is the oldest companion of mankind. It warms, it comforts, it illuminates the darkness in the world, and the darkness between two souls. Yet fire does not burn forever when fed thoughtlessly. The wise lover understands the rhythm of fire.”
“I’m suddenly reminded of a commercial that told me only I could prevent forest fires,” April commented, making Evan snort out a laugh.
“Passion rises like heat from an ember,” he continued. “It grows when tended and fades when neglected. However, those who feed the flames of their passion without pause will find themselves consumed by the inferno they created. Knowledge is being aware of the need to stoke the flame. Wisdom is knowing when to let it breathe.”
“Sounds like it wants us to be careful and pace ourselves,” April mused. “We need to remember the earlier lessons and keep teasing each other, keep letting hunger build.”
Evan nodded before reading a bit more. “Between moments of fire there must be air. Between desire there must be distance. Hunger grows strongest when given time for longing. Those who abandon all restraint must remember balance, or the fires of passion will grow beyond their command.”
“Balance,” April murmured, lightly caressing the page.
“It’s saying not to overdo it,” he said, closing the book. “Just like the last story we read. Honestly, it’s probably the most sensible thing the book has said so far.”
“Weird that those stories are so similar,” she whispered. “And the timing. It really is magic.”
“Maybe,” Evan admitted reluctantly.
“Either way, we need to remember to keep working on our relationship,” April declared firmly.
“I agree,” he nodded. “What was the plan again?”
“Crown Meadow Acres!” she brightened immediately, taking the book and hopping to her feet.
“Ah, yes,” Evan chuckled. “We can keep the romance alive.”
“And build the hunger for tonight,” April purred, setting the book on the bedside table. “Although, perhaps you need a little taste to remind you of what’s waiting for you tonight?”
“What does my lovely lady suggest?” he asked, standing up and approaching her so he could place a hand at her lower back.
“I’m all for balance, but let’s focus on our current lesson and abandon our restraint,” she suggested, drawing him into a kiss that lasted several moments. “I need you. Now.”
Evan watched as April spun away from him, backing up toward the bed. She seductively unbuttoned her jean shorts, pushing them down to her ankles with her underwear. The little nerd gave him a few moments to admire her bush before turning and bending over the bed. She wiggled her bare ass in his direction enticingly.
“April, uh, this is the opposite of the book’s advice,” Evan stammered nervously.
“Are you gonna complain about the book, or are you gonna shove your cock up my cunt?” April asked over her shoulder. “Just don’t cum in me, I don’t need a messy pussy just yet. Pull out and I’ll swallow you.”
“Fuck, ah, well, fuck it,” he mumbled, approaching the petite woman.
April shivered with anticipation as she heard Evan pulling down his shorts. Moments later, his hand was on her hip and his mushroom tip was pressing against her labia. April groaned loudly, her hands clenching the comforter as Evan’s length pushed inside. Her silky tunnel held him tightly, molding perfectly to the thick shaft.
“Ah! Ah! Ungh! Ah!” April grunted and groaned as Evan started thrusting. “Ah! Fuck me, yes! Ah! Ah!”
With a tight grip on her hips, Evan fucked the blonde with a steady rhythm. It was the kind of precision thrusting that slowly built pleasure until it exploded. April pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning each time she felt his balls hit her clit from behind.
“Fuck, I love this pussy,” he moaned, his fingers digging into her skin.
“I love your dick,” April whined, her pussy muscles starting to ripple. “Pull my hair, pull my hair! Make me cum!”
Evan grabbed a fistful of April’s hair and pulled. Her head snapped back, her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth hanging open. “You like that?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Fuck me! Make me your bitch! Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m cumming! Ah!”
He fucked her through the orgasm, prolonging her pleasure to the point her vaginal walls were still convulsing thirty seconds later. Releasing April’s hair, Evan spanked her bottom before gripping her ass-cheeks and slowly working himself in and out of her. He looked down to watch his cock disappear into April’s body as his own release approached.
“Gonna cum!” Evan grunted a minute later, pulling out of April and stepping back. “Get on your knees, hurry!”
There was no hesitation as April spun around and dropped to her knees on the carpet. She grabbed his cock and shoved it in her mouth, her lips gliding along the length. Evan held her head in his hands, guiding her motions as he felt the pleasure building. April was moaning, looking up at him with her bright green eyes.
“You want my cum, babe?” he asked roughly.
“Mm, mmhmm!” April nodded eagerly.
“Fuck, swallow it!” Evan ordered, lifting up onto his toes as spurts of semen shot into April’s willing mouth.
April eagerly gulped down every drop, humming softly as she drank down her boyfriend’s offering. She kept him in her mouth after he finished, lapping up everything she could get and cleaning him with her tongue. The sensations eventually overwhelmed him, and he had to push her off him.
“That was fun,” April giggled, looking up at him happily. “I like being your cumslut.”
“I love that you’re my cumslut,” he smiled. “Although, I think we’re struggling with balance a bit.”
“Hey, it was just one quick fuck,” she reasoned, standing and pulling up her shorts. “It’s not like we’re going to spend the day in bed instead of going on our date.”
“That’s true,” Evan agreed, fixing his clothes.
“Come on,” April said, grabbing his hand. “We’ve got the whole day ahead of us.”
Evan took her hand, glancing briefly at the book resting on the nightstand. April looked as well, both of them remembering the warning that balance must be remembered by those who abandoned all restraint. They left the room, the book remaining behind. Quiet. Closed. Waiting.
The gravel parking lot of Crown Meadow Acres crushed softly beneath Evan’s tires as he parked the car. He released April’s hands and shut the engine off. April was already unbuckling her seat belt before he had the chance to take the keys out of the ignition.
“Easy,” he laughed. “The farm isn’t going anywhere.”
Ignoring him completely, April pushed open the door and hopped out. Her blonde hair was bouncing as she stretched her hands above her head. Evan came around the car, pausing to admire the way the afternoon sun illuminated her features. He wrapped a hand around her waist, holding her close.
“This place is great!” April declared. “Look!”
The farm stretched out across the beautiful green land. A large barn stood near the main building, the doors open and inviting. Gardens bursting with colors weren’t far away. Families wandered along the paths, children laughing near the petting zoo. Farther back was the apple orchard, and they even spotted the tiny pond in the distance.
“I’m the one who grew up around here, remember?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grinned, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him toward the main path.
They started in the gardens, with April skipping among rows of flowers like she had never seen anything like them. She crouched to inspect bright blossoms and occasionally brushed her fingers across petals. Evan took her hand and playfully spun her, making her giggle as her blonde locks whipped about her face.
“You know,” Evan said, “you look like a five-year-old who just saw their first butterfly.”
“Excuse me,” she replied with mock-offense, “I’m appreciating nature.”
“You gasped at a sunflower,” he reminded her.
“It was a BIG sunflower!” April countered. “Oh! Speaking of butterflies; there’s one!”
Evan chuckled as he rushed after her. They exchanged a soft kiss in the garden, him holding her waist while her hands were at the back of his neck. April pecked his lips several times, sighing happily as he rested his forehead against hers. They were both grinning widely.
“I like being outside with you,” April whispered.
“It’s the kind of magic I can get behind,” Evan replied. “Mini golf?”
Ten minutes later April was lining up a shot with intense concentration. Her small red ball was resting on the small white starting point. April’s tongue poked slightly out of the corner of her mouth at she squinted down at the club. She took a couple of practice swings while looking between the ball and the hole just ahead.
“You’re taking this very seriously,” Evan folded his arms, watching her.
“This hole has windmill interference,” April muttered. “Windmill on hole one, seriously? Everyone knows it’s the hardest challenge in mini golf.”
Evan shook his head. “If you say so, babe.”
April swung, sending the little red ball straight down the hill and threw the opening seconds before the windmill blade would have hit it. She jumped straight in the air, holding the club in both hands as she did an impromptu victory dance. Evan couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes!” she pointed the club at him like a sword. “Beat that!”
“Oh, I will,” he stepped up and swung casually. The wind blades didn’t need to get in the way since he missed the entrance completely. “Fuck.”
“You sure showed me,” April giggled.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.