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Coffee mugs refilled, they adjourned to the living room where Otis retrieved the
journals, handing them to Clarice, one by one. Her fingertips tingled so that they nearly
burned when she touched journal three.  This one.
 All right. He returned the rest to the safe, conscientiously locking it.  Now
what?
For a moment, she nibbled at her lower lip in thought.  We try to find the page. I
guess we ll just turn the pages and hope that one of us recognizes it.
 Okay. With a nod of agreement, Otis joined her on the rug in front of the
fireplace. Both of them rested their hands on the book for a moment. Then Otis carefully
opened the cover and studied the flyleaf.
 Winter 1055. He turned the first page, wishing he knew what they were looking
for. There was no hint of sensation from the page, so he turned the next, continuing on
until they were nearly a third of the way through the journal. Abruptly, heat and the
scent of lavender rose from the page they touched as they inhaled sharply in shock.
Carefully marking the page with a bit of torn paper, Otis closed the book and leaned
back against the side of the hearth.
 Well, Clarice observed.  I think we found the page. Now what?
 Now we take a break.
 What? She looked at him in appalled protest.  We can t stop now!
 Yes, we can. We ve been at this for hours. It s well after lunch time. First we eat.
Then I ll see if I can translate enough of the page for us to understand what old
Aonghus was trying to tell us. He rolled to his feet, picked up the journal and replaced
it in the safe.  Come, Clarice.
Reluctantly, she allowed him to pull her to her feet.  I suppose you expect me to
make lunch, she accused lightly.
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 Actually, I don t. Believe it or not, I survived quite handily before you came along.
I have a yen for salmon salad sandwiches. Will that do for you? A small smile tugged
at his lips as he studied her tired face.
Her mouth watered.  Yum. What do you want me to do?
 Slice some of the yeast rolls Mama brought over yesterday while I put together the
salad. Companionably, they worked in the kitchen, assembling the sandwiches for
lunch and making a pitcher of iced tea.
When they were sitting at the table, enjoying their lunch, it seemed that they
deliberately put away the puzzle of the journals, taking a much needed breather from
the stress of the previous weeks. They talked of inconsequential things until Otis slyly
asked,  So tell me, where is your elemental mark?
She eyed him with cautious respect.  That was really sneaky. I told you I m not
going to reveal that information. You ll just have to find out on your own.
He chewed the last bite of his sandwich while he considered possibilities.  Have I
ever mentioned that I really love a bare pussy?
Fighting the urge to smack that knowing smile from his face, she replied woodenly,
 No, I don t believe that subject s ever come up before.
 Are you going to allow me to shave your pussy? he nudged cautiously.
Tossing down her napkin, she stood up in surrender.  Fine. You are a sneaky,
devilish fiend, Otis Quentin Larssen!
Leaping to his feet, he tugged her in his arms and kissed her pouting lips.  I m also
the man who loves you beyond distraction. Come, let us take a little break time before
we save the world.
She bent her head and sharply nipped his bare nipple.  All right, mister smarty
pants. Let s do that. But I think if you get to shave me, then I ought to be able to shave
you.
Dubiously, he studied her face.  What exactly were you planning to shave?
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 You ll see.
Thirty minutes later he sprawled on the shower floor under the cooling spray while
she shaved a large artistic heart on his chest baring the patch of skin where he proudly
bore his elemental mark. He had to admit that he really couldn t object to her turning
the tables. She d cheerfully lain on the bathroom floor, legs spread wide so he could
remove the curls that hid her personal elemental mark.
Then of course he had to take the opportunity to sample her bare pussy. The
smooth, pink, silky skin enticed him so that Clarice didn t get around to her turn with
the razor until they had romped to several climaxes, including one memorable orgasm
with her stretched out on the vanity counter with her legs wound around his neck while
he enthusiastically pounded her pussy until they both came, screaming at the top of
their lungs.
While Clarice traced the edges of the heart on his chest, he idly wondered if their
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