Chapter 83(orphan)

Octavia hummed happily as she sewed the name label, "Ching Chong Kim Jong Fat So Fried A Cat", into the corner of a new baby blanket for her newest grandson, Liling's culture had such unusual names.

Octavia was currently inside one of the rooms of Belzevelle's condo in Low Commorragh, wearing her black leather high midriff corset and matching miniskirt, busily doing "grandmother" type activities like sewing baby stuff for her new grandchild.

Wendy was currently in another room going through endless wedding preparations with Adolf, Belzevelle was somewhere in the condo doing something or other, and Bhirae and Kaebros were generally pottering around the condo doing chores and waiting on people.

Octavia grinned happily as she finished sewing the name label on the twelfth baby item, Liling would be so happy when Octavia gave them to her tomorrow as a surprise.

Octavia finished her sewing and gathered up the items she had sewn name labels on, and went to check on Wendy and Adolf in another room.

She found the pair practicing elegant bridal dancing, Sevenson style with the woman leading the dance with extreme grace and discipline.

Octavia watched in fascination as Wendy dominantly led Adolf through extremely precise motions of exquisite grace, Wendy had such superb discipline after her 300 years as a heavily disciplined submissive, it was sublime to see.

Adolf missed yet another step in the dance.

"Again until you get it right," Wendy commanded strictly.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Adolf replied humbly.

The pair were currently wearing wedding clothes, Adolf in a dashing black tuxedo, and Wendy in a cleavage heavy pale pink wedding dress with a long skirt that was just long enough to not touch the floor.

Wendy was not wearing her full wedding makeup today as this was just a practice dance, and her hair was hanging freely down her back rather than done up in a wedding style, she also was not wearing a veil, this was all just dance practice.

The pair moved all around in a highly precise waltz, disciplined and graceful as Wendy led Adolf in the elegant motion, it was so pretty!

The dance sped up, faster and faster, and Adolf got it right this time, not missing a single step all the way to the end.

Octavia clapped enthusiastically at the end in applause, that had been so wonderful.

"It was adequate, let us do it again, I want it to be burned into your memory perfectly," Wendy commanded Adolf.

The dance began again, and again... And AGAIN! Wendy was always like this with wedding dance practice.

"Don't worry Adolf, I had to do this too before Wendy and I got married, it took me AGES to remember the dance moves perfectly. Wendy taught me most of the dancing I know, she is an exquisite pole dancer," Octavia encouraged.

"I am actually extremely rusty on my dance practice after all the recent happenings, I need to get back to my weekly dance classes," Wendy admitted unhappily.

"I am amazed that you find the time for dance classes Mistress Wendy," Adolf said in surprise.

"If I can drag myself away from Octavia then I have the time to do a lot of things," Wendy chuckled.

The dance began again, halting the conversation, and Octavia moved to her guest bedroom to put away the baby things.

"Ching-Chong-Kim-Jong-Fat-So-Fried-A-Cat", Octavia said like a mantra, determined to actually remember the name of this latest grandchild. Octavia said it over and over again, committing it to memory.

It sounded so odd, especially "Fried-A-Cat", Octavia was fairly sure that a "cat" was a type of animal, Octavia's sister-in-law Macy had several of the small furry creatures as pets in fact. It sounded like the name was referring to cooking a cat?

Octavia shrugged, she had heard rumours that Liling's culture ate cats as a delicacy, there were a lot of jokes about it too. Maybe it was actually referring literally to this cultural pastime?

Octavia decided that she should probably ask Liling to teach her the recipe for cooking cats, Liling would probably like to be served it the next time she came over.

Octavia had done her best to make her peace with Liling over the last few months, Liling was a sick serial killer, but she was still Augusta's wife and the mother of Octavia's grandchildren. She was also the best doctor the warband had and seemed to be too busy with her work to do her unspeakable crimes anymore.

Octavia sighed, she was surrounded by so many people who were guilty of terrible crimes, she herself had neither the wisdom nor the power to administer justice for such serious crimes, so why even make herself anxious thinking about it?, Justice and karma were not her domain, let the gods handle such things.

Octavia put these uncomfortable thoughts from her mind, and sat in front of a mirror to touch up her makeup. An intensely beautiful face gazed back at her in the mirror, and Octavia admired herself as she worked on her face.

Octavia looked herself up and down in the mirror, and became rather wet in the pussy from the sight of her reflection.

Octavia stripped out of her clothes and stood admiring her naked reflection, getting wetter and wetter. Octavia slipped a finger inside herself, and the beautiful reflection followed suit.

Octavia moaned as she watched her reflection fingering herself, and slid more fingers inside her dripping wet pussy, her pleasure growing more and more.

Octavia was not a narcissist, she just didn't really recognise her own body because Wendy changed it so often with plastic surgery, the woman in the mirror was just like an extremely hot stranger, a stranger Octavia could happily masturbate over.

Octavia gasped in bliss as she climaxed, squirting all over her fingers. Octavia had a Slaanesh gift that made her squirt much more easily than ordinary women could, most Slaanesh worshipping women had this enhanced squirting ability, it did wonders for her sex life.

Octavia looked down at the puddle of squirt on the floor, and got to work cleaning it up before poor Bhirae had to, Octavia was fairly low maintenance and would always clean up after herself if not distracted by other people.

Octavia didn't bother to dress again, and simply cleaned herself up and washed her hands, before then walking naked through the condo with no real plan of action.

She found Bhirae cleaning the floors with a mop, but Bhirae fled from Octavia's lust aura, running out of sight before Octavia could even say hello.

Octavia blinked in confusion, but then simply shrugged and continued aimlessly walking through the huge luxury condo.

The condo was mostly made out of some sort of dark metal, like dyed iron or something, but it also had a lot of marble surfaces and fixtures, solid gold fittings around the lights and water faucets, polished silver door handles, some sort of ivory used for the light switches and a few other things, exquisite gemstones decorating various fixtures.

All in all it was just exquisitely lovely and decadent, not quite as large as Wendy's vast multiple-cathedral sized palace on the Nightmare Asylum, but filled with FAR more wealth and treasure.

Octavia liked Belzevelle's home, it was just so well lit and elegant and dazzling, not just all dark gloomy rooms and dungeons like Wendy and Octavia's palace was.

Wendy was rich and powerful, but with typical Night Lord pragmatism she did not fill her home with extravagantly expensive fittings like Belzevelle did. Wendy wasn't one to use gold to make a light fitting, wasn't one to plaster every wall with expensive gemstones. Wendy preferred quality over extravagance, and used more inexpensive but high strength materials for her decorations.

Octavia felt like a royal princess as she strolled naked through this exquisitely decorated condo, admiring the finery all around her. Hopefully Wendy would let Belzevelle decorate some of the palace back home, bring a bit of colour to that dimly lit lesbian dungeon?

Octavia found Belzevelle in a parlour room, laying down naked on her front on a massage table, being massaged by her father Kaebros.

Kaebros gazed at Octavia's naked body with a combination of fear and desire, and said something to Belzevelle in the strange Eldar tongue.

"Do not come any closer Octavia, your lust aura is a significant problem," Belzevelle warned in fluent low gothic.

Octavia paused in her approach and reluctantly remained where she was.

Kaebros simply continued massaging Belzevelle, and Belzevelle said nothing further.

Octavia got disappointed and left them to it, continuing to explore the condo.

With the wedding immanent, Octavia was staying put in Low Commorragh. Octavia was "technically" a bridesmaid, but her lust aura had proved so disruptive to all the rehearsals that she was now banned from the bridal party!

Octavia had been upset, but the other people had been all over her during every rehearsal, the lust aura couldn't be shut off while Octavia was awake, and it seemed to be getting steadily stronger the older Octavia became, as Octavia's favour with Slaanesh grew over time.

Octavia was a "chosen" of Slaanesh, a rank lower than chaos champion in the infernal hierarchy of Slaanesh's favour. Had she the ambition then Octavia could probably become a chaos champion of Slaanesh, but she deliberately didn't want that sort of responsibility.

Octavia's slutty best friend Candy the Janitor had found out the hard way that you can't go back once you became a champion. Poor Candy...

Candy was back home in the chaos hells of the Maelstrom, she hadn't come with Octavia on the Nightmare Asylum, a VERY good move all things considered!

Candy the Janitor was Octavia's "slut friend", basically like a best friend that you also fucked. Candy wasn't a Sevenson, just a hereditary chapter serf of the Night Lords Legion, with a family line going back many thousands of years.

Like most hereditary chapter serfs, Candy basically did stuff like mopping the floors, like her ancestors had for generations, a janitor by trade who did menial cleaning tasks the way janitors do. Candy LOVED being a janitor, as it let her constantly go into new places to meet new people to fuck when she should be working.

Candy was a devout Slaanesh worshipper, and had made it her stated desire in life to fuck every man and woman in the entire galaxy at least once, no small task.

Using her position as janitor she had gained access to every part of every ship she had ever worked on, as even the most high security places still required regular cleaning. She had systematically fucked every willing person in the Matriarchs domain, from the lowliest slave all the way up to the Matriarch herself, and every person in between!

Luke had fucked Candy, Wendy had fucked Candy, Octavia of course fucked Candy as often as possible, Sherman had fucked her, Fetter had fucked her, heck even the chaos spawns had fucked Candy!

Candy was such a COLOSSAL slut that she had actually been noticed by Slaanesh, and after sucking her one millionth cock, (literally), Candy had received a glowing pink Champion's mark of Slaanesh behind her ear!

Candy had been delighted at first, but she was then expected to be a leadership role, which she had never bargained for.

Candy the Janitor now found herself promoted to "Slaanesh Champion Mistress Candy, the Lord of Janitorial Sanitation in the Matriarch's Realms", and was expected to rule over multitudes of chaos janitors and be responsible for the administration of everything "janitorial".

Candy had been frightfully upset when she had been forced to attend night school for five years, just to even learn all the administration stuff involved, and was now so busy with constantly organising people that her number of daily sexual encounters had gone down to the mere double digits!

Octavia had no desire to be elevated to some similar leadership position, and was very deliberately not wanting to EVER become a Chaos Champion!

Octavia was a sex slave, tickle slave, and general housewife. She could cook and clean and perform sexual acts, but she could barely even read and write, being raised in a remote tribe of subsistence agriculture farmers where education was not really required.

She had grown up watching public propaganda films in the single small Ecclesiarchy church building in the middle of her tiny village, the "town centre" building of the village. The church had been the most substantial building in the village, made from actual stones and mortar rather than wood and thatch.

Octavia's only childhood education had been from that tiny church, where the missionary taught the entire tribe about the Emperor. She had learned a number of Imperial languages from the missionary and his wonderful propaganda films, been taught just enough reading and writing to read a very small number of verses of scripture, but nothing more.

Octavia had always loved those propaganda films. The church had had a film projector and a big white sheet that hung on one wall, the projector would constantly project endless propaganda onto this white sheet as though by strange magic, the entire tribe could freely visit the church at any time to watch whatever film the missionary had playing at the moment, the films played almost 16 hours a day on a repeating play list.

Those had been such good times.

Her home planet of Harold's Reach had been a pretty standard civilised world in the Segmentum Solar, with several large continents surrounded by oceans. The climate had varied depending on where you lived, and the population was a mixture of high tech city populations and more primitive tribal populations in the remote areas.

Octavia's own tribe was over a thousand years old, and had numbered a few hundred in total. They were traditionally located in the ancient village of Antony, from which the tribe got it's name, and every single tribe member had a first name followed by the "tribe name" Antony, as a local equivalent of a surname.

The Antony Tribe had had Iron Age technology, but a few of the men had figured out how to use basic technology traded from outside, mostly alcohol powered dirt bikes that were good at reaching other tribes to trade with.

The village had been located in extremely difficult terrain, right in the middle of a dense highland range of extremely heavily forested hills. The village could only be reached by traveling through miles and miles of extremely narrow and treacherous hill tracks halfway up perilous cliffs, only dirt bikes could make it unless you travelled on foot.

They were so isolated that they had their own distinctive language dialect, and they were tied to the relatively small tract of arable farm land surrounding their village, the extremely steep and difficult terrain beyond this preventing them from expanding their tribe any further.

This complete isolation had been their doom when the Night Lords came in thunderhawk gunships...

The planetary governor of Harold's Reach to this day probably hadn't even noticed the village was even missing, heck he had probably never even heard of it anyway, they were too isolated to pay any taxes to the governor, it would have cost more to get the taxes back to him than the meagre wealth of the village was even worth.

Octavia was now all that remained of this proud tribe with its over a thousand years of history...

Octavia blinked away her silent tears from these haunting thoughts, the Sevensons had done such a HORRIBLE thing to Octavia's entire people!

Octavia wondered yet again what the fuck she was doing being married to a Sevenson and having Sevenson as her last name, her entire tribe would disown her for this had they still been alive!

Octavia fled from this terrible thought, ran crying back to Wendy to comfort her and soothe her fears.

She ran bouncily into the room Wendy and Adolf were dancing in, and ran right up to tightly cuddle Wendy.

Octavia ignored the sexual penetration from Adolf that followed from her lust aura, and just sobbed as she tightly cuddled Wendy for dear life.

"My tribe..." Octavia sobbed to Wendy, unable to explain herself any more coherently than that.

Wendy knew exactly how to handle Octavia in this situation, and Octavia suddenly squealed with laughter as Wendy tickled her naked body with terrible skill.

Octavia's sadness vanished like mist, and she could only focus on her frenzied laughter as Wendy distracted her in the nicest possible way.

Within minutes Wendy and Adolf were stripping naked, and then they had an extremely ticklish threesome on the floor with the laughing Octavia.

Octavia was blissfully happy as her entire body was tickled all over by Wendy as Adolf fucked her, and she forgot all about her earlier sadness.

This was heaven!

***...

Augusta tried VERY hard not to laugh as Mummy Octavia gave Liling a large pile of baby items, all labelled "Ching Chong Kim Jong Fat So Fried A Cat", the hilarity had been growing exponentially ever since Liling woke up yesterday.

The side of Liling's face twitched violently, and she turned to glare yet again at Augusta.

Augusta couldn't resist snorting with laughter and winked at her fondly.

"Do you like them?," Mummy Octavia pressed excitedly.

"I do mother-in-law, but I am afraid that the name labels are not correct," Liling said stiffly, trembling with self control.

"Oh no! I confess that I wasn't sure how to spell "Ching-Chong-Kim-Jong-Fat-So-Fried-A-Cat", could you please write it down for me?," Mummy Octavia exclaimed.

Liling trembled violently at the name.

Augusta burst out laughing.

"AUGUSTA!" Liling shouted at him in outrage.

"What's wrong?," Mummy Octavia asked confused.

"The baby name you heard was not the real name, Augusta just made it up as a joke," Liling explained, trembling with anger.

"Oh?, I don't get the joke?, Isn't Ching-Chong a normal name in your culture?," Mummy Octavia asked innocently.

"NO! Seriously you think CHING-CHONG is a name?!" Liling exclaimed incredulously.

"But that's how your language sounds, ching chong ching chong ching chong," Mummy Octavia said in an appalling attempt at Liling's accent.

Liling responded with a wordless groan of exasperation.

"Cao Ni Ma," Mummy Octavia made up more words.

"You just told me to "go fuck my own mother"", Liling informed Octavia crossly.

"Oh?, I was just making up sounds." Mummy Octavia apologised innocently.

"I KNOW you were just making up sounds, it was EXTREMELY RACIST!" Liling snarled demonically.

"Sorry dear, how is your mother anyway?," Mummy Octavia placated.

"I don't know, she is back in the Maelstrom," Liling replied with obvious patience.

"I should invite her over sometime," Mummy Octavia replied cheerfully.

"Um, I guess she would like that," Liling said calming down slightly.

"How do I cook cat meat for her?, Could you please give me your family recipe for fried cat?," Mummy Octavia asked eagerly.

"WHAT?!" Liling roared.

Augusta actually fell over on the floor laughing.

"Everyone tells me that your people eat cats, that it's your people's favourite food," Mummy Octavia explained in confusion...

"Who EXACTLY told you that?," Liling asked dangerously.

Augusta very wisely immediately activated his jump pack, and simply flew away into the air of the Low Commorragh slums, HE had been the one who told his mother this particular information...

Oh Slaanesh this was FUNNY!

***...

Cheng Sevenson stood with his siblings and watched Dad fly away into the smog filled distance, as Mum shouted angry swear words in Mandarin. Cheng had found the baby name prank slightly funny for maybe a few minutes, but now he just found it racist, Dad was insulting Cheng's heritage as much as Mum's, and Cheng didn't really appreciate it.

Mistress Octavia was currently apologising profusely now that her unmeaning racism had been explained to her. Neither Cheng nor Mum were particularly offended by Mistress Octavia, the entire warband knew that she was good natured but not at all intelligent, any racial insensitivity she spouted would not be being done on purpose.

Mistress Octavia meant well, she just wasn't very bright. At least she was pretty...

Cheng looked around himself at the dark reeking squalid slums of Low Commorragh, he was currently standing on a branching sky bridge that hung between endless rows of filthy dilapidated slum skyscrapers. The sky bridge connected with other sky bridges in an endless network, together accessing every single building.

The skyscrapers seemed to be infinitely tall. Looking over the edge of the sky bridge Cheng could see the skyscrapers stretching down eternally into the smoggy gloom below, looking above they stretched eternally upwards, disappearing up into the smog and darkness after hundreds of meters. Every hundred floors or so was another network of sky bridges, continuing eternally above and below.

The slums of Low Commorragh were said to be the largest urban structure in the entire galaxy, over a million kilometres from end to end, contained within the bizarre geometry of the galaxy spanning web way. The city that dwarfed all other cities combined.

This densely populated Eldar city was the true power source of blessed Slaanesh, Dark Eldar souls so numerous that it defied sanity, all of them continuously gradually leached away to feed and empower Slaanesh.

The Dark Eldar farmed orkoids by the billions of trillions of quadrillions of septillions, and endlessly raided the sentient races of the entire galaxy, consuming the tortured soul stuff of all these creatures to recharge their own souls, and ALL of this soul stuff then found it's way into Slaanesh's ravenous maw!

The Dark Eldar race were damned wretches, creatures cursed by Slaanesh. These depraved creatures had created Slaanesh in the first place, the almost infinite numbers of these highly psychic creatures torturing and fucking and raping each other for centuries in an ever growing orgy, more and more and more addicted to excess and pleasure till Slaanesh took form from their raw lust and sexual depravity!

Slaanesh now ruled all of the Eldar race, laid claim to each Eldar soul, and every time an Eldar died he or she went to the blissful afterlife of the Slaanesh hells, their soul stuff becoming more of the substance of Slaanesh.

Cheng felt humbled and privileged to set foot here in the sacred city of Commorragh, to all Slaanesh worshippers this was considered holy ground. An entire vast city completely dedicated to pain and depravity and feeding soul stuff to Slaanesh! The holy of holies!

Cheng turned to face the nearest Dark Eldar, a wrinkle faced female kabalite half born warrior, clearly partially parched.

Cheng deliberately drew a small safety pin from his pocket and pricked his finger for the Dark Eldar to see.

The Dark Eldar thrilled slightly from Cheng's pain, and Cheng felt his soul instantly diminish slightly and then recharge again from blessed Slaanesh.

"Thank you just for being a Dark Eldar," Cheng told the warrior sincerely.

The Dark Eldar arrogantly seemed to approve of this, and her body language became slightly warmer towards Cheng.

"Want to torture me?," Cheng asked the parched Dark Eldar female hopefully.

The Dark Eldar nodded greedily, but looked extremely nervously at the glowing Slaanesh mark on Mum's cheek, too afraid to move any closer.

"Mum can I be tortured by this Dark Eldar woman?," Cheng asked hopefully.

Mum tore around protectively and glared at the Dark Eldar woman in question.

"PLEASE?," Cheng begged naggingly.

"Dark Eldar female, this is my SON! If he loses any body parts then your soul will be ripped out and given to the Slaanesh hells! I want him ALIVE and with no permanent damage! I want him delivered back to me no later than 8 hours from now," Mum allowed with severe threat.

"THANKS MUM!" Cheng thanked her happily and ran off towards the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar woman bowed to Mum and then eagerly snatched up Cheng in her strong lithe arms, and carried him away with astonishing speed into a nearby slum building.

Cheng cheered excitedly at the fun of being carried like this, and waved to every passing Dark Eldar he saw.

The Dark Eldar female kicked open the slum skyscraper entrance door, and carried him into the reeking dark interior of the building, it stank like sewerage and poverty.

Malnourished half naked parched looking half born slaves gazed hungrily at Cheng from every doorway inside the building, and all began eagerly following, brandishing knives...

The female Dark Eldar entered a revolting room containing many putrid looking sleeping floor mats, and deposited Cheng on one of the mats. She then turned and had a lengthy discussion in the Eldar tongue with the parched looking slaves, until they lowered their knives and instead sat eagerly all around the room, apparently as an audience.

"Um, I don't mind the females, but I don't want all these males in the room with me," Cheng said awkwardly.

The female kabalite warrior simply ignored his complaints and roughly stripped him naked out of his clothes.

Cheng awkwardly covered his penis so the male Dark Eldar slaves couldn't see, only comfortable with the females seeing him naked.

The kabalite warrior female drew a long delicate blade and forcefully pinned Cheng down with one hand.

Cheng moaned in pain and pleasure as he felt the knife very lightly cut his skin, causing a sharp stinging intense pain.

Every Dark Eldar in the room thrilled visibly from his pain, and Cheng was delicately sliced again.

"Oh yes that feels good," Cheng moaned as he was cut again and again.

Cheng looked down and watched in bliss as his chest was checkered all over with thin red cuts, the pain was utterly delectable.

Cheng got an excited erection, but then felt embarrassed by the presence of so many guys looking at him intently.

"Tell all the males to stop looking at my penis!" Cheng told his female Dark Eldar.

His request was ignored, and Cheng awkwardly squirmed around trying to point his junk only at females.

"Hold still!" The female warrior snapped irritably.

"Yes Mistress," Cheng awkwardly obeyed, and tried to cover his penis from view with his hands.

"Stop looking at it!" Cheng angrily challenged several male slaves.

"For Khaine's sake!" The female warrior snapped and said something in the Eldar tongue.

The males cocked their heads and, if anything, they just looked at his penis even more than before!

"STOP LOOKING!" Cheng shouted at them.

Cheng then tried to sit up and start a punch up with the males when they still didn't stop looking.

The female warrior immediately pushed him back down again, clearly getting frustrated now.

"The females are welcome but I want the males to leave the room!" Cheng demanded.

"We are not going anywhere until we quench on your pain!" One of the males hissed in low gothic.

"How long will that take?," Cheng asked.

"Hours," the male hissed back.

"No way! Get out of the room!" Cheng angrily demanded.

The female warrior backhanded him across the face, making him moan, but he still kept squabbling with the males.

The female warrior angrily gagged Cheng with his own clothes, but he simply removed the gag to keep squabbling as soon as she finished.

The female warrior snarled in frustration and stood up lightning fast with her splinter rifle and gunned down every male slave in the room!

The surprised male screamed in terrible agony and terror as they died, souls sent screaming pitifully into the Slaanesh hells...

"That was AWESOME!" Cheng said in wonder.

"Will you behave now?," the female warrior pressed.

Cheng gazed around at the terrified and now entirely female audience of half born slaves, and nodded in contentment, this was MUCH better!

Cheng proudly showed his penis to the room full of females, and let himself be tortured with no further complaints.

***...

Cheng Sevenson felt extremely proud of himself as he returned home holding hands with the now fully quenched and gorgeous female warrior.

Cheng had lain with every female in the room over the course of the last 8 hours!

The Dark Eldar apparently got EXTREMELY sexually receptive in the presence of an eager masochist, and Cheng had been cut all over by the horny Dark Eldar as he fucked them one by one! The longer they had fed off his pain the more rejuvenated and gorgeous they became, until by the end they looked like a bunch of sexy slender models!

Cheng's body was a bit worse for wear after 8 hours of being sliced all over by horny Dark Eldar, he had lost quite a lot of blood. Totally worth it though!

Cheng felt great apart from his minor injuries, Slaanesh had recharged his soul as fast as the Dark Eldar could drain it, and he could hardly wait until next time!

The female warrior was still a stranger to Cheng, he didn't know her name or anything much about her. He decided to introduce himself.

"My name is Cheng Sevenson, what is your name?," Cheng asked.

"Laezathara," the female warrior said curtly.

"Laezathara?, That's a pretty name," Cheng told her.

"You are amazingly forthright for a child," Laezathara told him, shaking her head with amusement.

The pair were currently walking through the Nightmare Asylum, almost home now.

"Want to stay the night Laezathara?, We can keep fucking," Cheng offered hopefully.

"You know what, I think I will, this place is much cleaner and nicer than the half born barracks back in Low Commorragh," Laezathara allowed indulgently.

Cheng cheered and raced all the way home with her.

This was such a WILD day today!

***...