Read Blood From a Stone Online
Authors: Cynthia Lucas
H
e
w
as
r
eady
t
o
exp
l
ode
as
he
w
a
t
ched her
g
r
ace
f
ul do
w
nh
il
l
c
li
m
b
and
k
new
he
needed
t
o
s
l
ow
t
h
i
n
g
s
do
w
n.
H
e
w
an
t
ed
t
h
i
s
t
o
l
as
t
…and
not
j
ust
f
or
h
i
s
o
w
n p
l
easu
r
e.
H
e
w
an
t
ed
t
h
i
s
t
o be
g
ood
f
or
her
fi
rs
t
.
C
o
m
e
t
o
t
h
i
nk
of
it
,
e
v
en
t
hou
g
h
h
i
s
b
ody
w
as
a
r
a
g
i
ng
t
o
rr
ent
ri
g
ht
no
w
,
r
eady
t
o
send
h
i
m
cascad
i
ng out
of con
tr
ol
i
n
t
o
t
he
r
ap
i
ds,
so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
i
ns
i
de
of
h
i
m
w
a
n
t
ed….no needed
t
o
k
now
t
hey
w
e
r
e
r
ea
ll
y
r
eady
t
o
do
t
h
i
s
i
n
t
he
fir
st p
l
ace…and
f
or
t
he
ri
g
ht
r
easons.
T
he
r
i
ght
reasons?
What
t
he
he
l
l
d
i
d
t
hat
m
ean?
S
h
it
.
N
ow
he
w
as
l
os
i
ng
h
i
s
m
i
nd
on
t
op
of
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
ng e
l
se!
What e
l
se
w
ou
l
d
m
a
k
e
y
ou
t
h
i
nk of
such a
t
h
i
ng
or
t
h
i
nk
a
n
y
t
h
i
ng
at a
l
l
w
hen
so
m
e
hot
w
o
m
an
i
s
r
eady
t
o
ri
de
y
ou
li
k
e
a
r
oc
k
et
t
o h
i
g
h hea
v
en?
U
p
un
ti
l
no
w
,
t
he
r
e
had
been
on
l
y
t
w
o
ri
g
ht
r
e
a
sons:
i
t
f
ee
l
s
g
ood,
and
y
ou
w
ant
t
o.
N
o
t
h
i
ng had
e
v
er
s
t
opped
h
i
m
co
l
d
du
ri
ng an
oppo
rt
un
i
s
ti
c
m
o
m
en
t
.
A
nd
y
e
t
, he
r
e
he
w
as
no
w
,
p
r
esen
t
ed
w
it
h
a
w
illi
ng
w
o
m
an,
h
a
v
i
ng
w
hat
w
ou
l
d
p
r
obab
l
y be
m
i
nd
-
b
l
o
w
i
ng sex
but
h
i
s da
m
nab
l
e consc
i
ence
w
as
sc
r
ea
m
i
ng about
t
he
hu
r
t
she
m
i
g
ht
feel
i
f
he
w
as
t
u
r
ned
i
n
t
o
a
b
l
ock of
s
t
one
a
g
a
i
n,
and
she
w
e
r
e
l
e
f
t
a
l
one and
w
onde
ri
ng
w
hy he
’
d
sudden
l
y d
i
sa
p
pea
r
ed
and
du
m
ped he
r
,
and
t
h
i
n
k
i
ng
m
a
y
be
she
d
i
d
so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
w
r
ong
t
h
a
t
m
ade h
i
m
do so.
H
e
sat
t
he
r
e
t
o
r
n
f
or
a
f
ew
m
o
m
en
t
s,
and
fi
na
ll
y b
l
ew out
a
l
ong b
r
ea
t
h,
w
an
ti
ng
t
o
k
i
ck h
i
s
o
w
n
ass
f
or
w
hat
he
w
a
s
about
t
o
say
and
do,
as
he
g
r
abbed
her
hands
and
pu
ll
ed
her up
w
a
r
d
t
o
f
ace h
i
m
.
“W
ill
o
w
.
A
r
e
y
ou su
r
e
y
ou
w
ant
t
o do th
i
s?”
“Wha
t
?!
O
f
cou
r
se
I
w
ant
t
o
do
t
h
i
s.”
S
he
l
oo
k
ed pu
zz
l
ed.
“We
don
’
t
ha
v
e
t
o
g
o
t
h
i
s
f
ast
y
ou
k
n
ow
.
I
’
m
not
g
o
i
ng
an
y
w
he
r
e,” he sa
i
d.