Patience is a Virtue

Today was good so far. Nice weather, pleasant sleep (pfft, who needs sleep?...), and a visit with a good friend. Oh, and then there's the fact that Annabeth and I finally got back on level ground. Whoever this sorcerer is, I am going to whip them into next week and give them the Khione treatment… Okay, maybe not that far, but still.

After telling Annabeth about my plans for the day, she wished me well and kissed me settling back in bed. Oh, how great it feels to finally have some things going right. Sure, things were far from perfect, but with Annabeth back, I can start to make some real progress. For the time being, though, I had other plans to focus on. Namely, paying our oracle, and long time friend, a visit.

Even before arriving to her door, I could see the difference. Along the trim, vibrant colors splashed to and fro. Purples and greens and golds all mixed in an intricate fashion, along with colors I couldn't discern.

With a single series of knocks, I found myself staring into the wild eyes and freckled nose of Rachel Elizabeth Dare. With an oversized green tee shirt, paint splattered jeans, bare feet, and a flaming bandana, she looked halfway between going to an outdoor art exhibit or a biker rally. I wouldn't be surprised with either.

"And here I thought you wouldn't come."

"Well, little Miss Foresight, I guess not even the oracle is right all the time. So—" I held up the coin "—are you serious about—"

"We can get to that later, but for right now, I have a favor to ask."

"Um. Alright. Ask away."

She flashed me a bright smile and grabbed my wrist, yanking me into the room with her.

One look is all it took to realize just how busy Rachel was during the past few days. A massive mural stretched across the wall, each side depicting different scenes of… me. Well, me and my friends. My adventures over the years; pieces of long forgotten memories and cherished moments. From me trudging down the slopes of Half Blood Hill with Grover on my shoulder and a minotaur horn in my hand to me staunching my bleeding nose, and summoning Gaia in the process. How she could recreate them in such visceral detail, I couldn't tell you.

I scanned the walls in awe, my brain overloading from the level of detail she put into the paintings. Upon reaching the more recent events, I noticed a patch of unfinished work. It looked somewhere between a star and a splat, but the surrounding details gave way to its actual missing contents.

"So this is what you've been doing these past few days?"

Rachel shrugged. "You could say that. I need help with the last part though."

"I'm afraid to ask this, but what exactly am I doing for this last part."

She flashed me a mischievous smile. "I need you to be a model for me."

"Uh huh… And why do you need me for that? It looks like you already have my image memorized."

"I have your general figure down, sure. The same could be said for half the girls on this island… But I don't know the details of your body. Not under your shirt, anyways. And… other places."

Why did it get difficult to breathe all of the sudden?

"So you want me to pose… nude?"

"No, I want you to pose like 'the Thinker.' Yes, I want you to pose nude!"

"What happened to this being a test of willpower? You know, my 'lesson in self control?'"

She put her hands to her hips. "Do you honestly think it will be that easy? I need to see what you look like in all your glory."

The manner in which she said that unnerved me.

"Meaning?"

She licked her lips. "Full mast."

The floor seemed to shift from underneath me. Everything spun. Is this some sick joke after what I did to Silena last night?

"And why do you need that?"

She walked to the wall. "You see this empty patch here? Take a guess as to what it will be."

"Do I even have to?"

"Good. You already know. So now you see why I need you to be at full mast. So go ahead. Inspire me."

It's okay, Percy. You've done this before.

Yeah, but I haven't been put on display before…

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. When it was halfway up my torso, Rachel grabbed it, pinning it in place.

"Slowly."

"You have to be kidding. Since when was this a striptease?"

She smirked, pressing out her lips in an almost amorous fashion. "Since I said so. I want some enjoyment out of this too."

"Of course you do," I said under my breath.

She waltzed over to the empty patch, pulling out a few paintbrushes to prepare. With a tilted glance back towards me, she motioned for me to continue.

I let out a sigh as I removed my shirt, moving slower so Rachel could "enjoy the view." With my shirt discarded, I kicked off my shoes and moved for my pants, taking extra care not to look in Rachel's direction.

"You don't know how to tease at all!"

I grimaced at her words. "Normally, I'm not taking my own clothes off."

"Oh, yeah? Guess things are changing, buddy. Since you won't make it enjoyable for me, at least give me a good pose to work with."

Rolling my eyes, I smirked to myself as I removed my last articles of clothing. Much to Rachel's dismay, I made no further attempt to take it slow. If she wanted me to pose nude, I would pose nude. I never came here with the intent of performing a striptease. Besides, I'm not exactly that comfortable with my own body.

"Alright, arms like this. Stick your right foot forward… Perfect."

She spent about five minutes posing me to her tastes. What shocked me most was her nonchalant approach to me being naked in front of her. Sure, a flaccid penis is nothing to gawk at, but she did just acknowledge wanting to see me like this. So, why was she so passive about it?

While making sure to be discreet, I took notice of a very particular action of Rachel's… or lack thereof. Not once did her eyes ever make contact with the organ dangling between my legs. However, despite her inaction, she refused to leave my side. With her paintbrushes and palette a long forgotten memory, she circled me like a vulture.

"Weren't you going to paint me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. But first, I want to memorize every detail of your body. So I need to make a very thorough inspection." She grabbed a hold of my biceps, squeezing the muscle beneath her fingers.

"Mmm. It looks like I won't have to superimpose anything on here."

Of course, a no longer flaccid organ decided to tap her thigh. She looked down out of reflex, and let out a wide eyed gasp.

"And I do mean anything."

She turned her attention to me with a wicked grin.

"Remember, self control."

She squatted on the spot with her legs spread wide open. With her green eyes staring up at me with a lustful gaze, she wrapped her small fingers around the base of my cock. She squeezed a bit to gauge my reaction. Needless to say, I didn't disappoint her.

"You're going to be the death of me."

Her wicked grin never faded. "Then I'll make it one hell of a send off."

Without another word, her lips parted only to let her tongue slide out. On contact, I winced. Her nimble pink muscle wettened every inch of flesh it could touch. From small cat licks to long strokes from my scrotum to the tip, Rachel made no effort to take me into her mouth. I can't say I was complaining.

I reached forward to take her curly mane into my fingers, but to no success. The moment my hand made contact with her bandana, she retracted her tongue and slapped away my hand.

"Uh uh uhhh, no touching."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Self control, Water Boy."

Her tongue returned to my shaft through a wide open mouth, daring me, teasing me to thrust my hips forward and claim her throat for my own. She watched my every move, studying the way my muscles tensed in my restraint. With her fingers sliding up and down the lubricated length of flesh, her tongue circled the head, licking up the stray drops of precum with a satisfied moan.

Before that moment, I failed to notice the location of her other hand. Being the hypocrite she was, she buried her fingers into her unbuttoned jeans. As I attempted to call her out for it, she took my balls into her palm and squeezed them. A strangled groan escaped my throat as she took a single lick along the underside of my shaft, trailing along the single largest nerve in my penis, only to flick the underside of my head to edge me on. All of this she did with a doe eyed gaze masking the villainy of her actions.

"Fuck," I muttered through my gasping.

She pulled her hand from her pants, grabbing hold of my cock with her newly lubricated fingers. Still maintaining her squeezing, she jerked my shaft. Her mouth opened as she spilled her tongue out; her innocent stare not once breaking eye contact.

"You want to do it, don't you? You want to stuff this steamy cock down my throat and butter my tonsils with your thick, creamy load. Too bad you have to restrain yourself."

She flicked her tongue along the tip, teasing it forward. In that moment, something snapped. All restraint went out the window. A familiar animalistic lust fell on me just as it did the night before. In the mosh pit of sex crazed thoughts, a single coherent phrase came into focus.

No more.

I surged forward, grabbing Rachel by her waist and tossing her into the bed. She yelped on contact, sitting upright and searching every direction in the room before her sight landed on me. Her panicked gaze didn't go unnoticed, but she made no effort to move, no attempt to leave my sights.

"Percy?" Her voice raised an octave. "Look, I didn't mean to go overboard with the teasing, but-"

"Oh, no. You're getting some payback."

I crawled into the bed with her. My predatory stare locked on her nervous face. Even with several feet of bedding behind her, she didn't move; frozen in my gaze like a deer in headlights.

She fell backwards as I reached her, staring up at me as she panted with semi lidded eyes. I towered over her figure, enjoying the rising and falling of her chest and the wet patch between her legs, visible even through her jeans. I leaned forward, undoing her bandana and pressing my lips to her ear.

"Remember, self control."

I pulled back with a devious grin on my face. With the roles switched, I took full control by balling up the bandana, and pressing it to her lips. Her mouth opened, taking in the ball of fabric without question. She looked at me with her eyes caught between panic and arousal.

"You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?" My voice dripped in a husky tone.

She nodded without a word, her eyes still wide as her legs quivered beneath me.

"And you wanted it to happen?"

Again, only a nod.

With all of the confirmation I needed, I leaned forward to kiss her neck. As my lips touched her light skin, she let out a breathy moan. Her hands reached forward to grab my hair, but I pinned them to the bed.

"Self control."

She whimpered in response, wrapping her legs around me in an effort to grind against my pelvis. I shook her off, earning a frustrated grunt as she lost her grip.

Taking no further chances, I pulled the bandana from her mouth and used it to tie her hands behind her back. In order to keep her comfortable, I leaned her on her side. This came with the bonus of exposing her bubbly butt to me, though a denim barrier stood between.

I crawled up behind her and ran my hands up her legs, sliding along her waist, dancing across her belly, teasing her breasts, coming to a rest around her throat. While curling most fingers around her windpipe, I moved my index finger before her lips. Not a moment later did she take it into her mouth to suck on it.

"There's a good girl." I leaned forward and took in her scent. "Is that strawberry shampoo?"

She shuddered in response, sucking faster on my finger.

"I think it's lubricated enough for now."

She whined as I pulled out my finger. All sounds silenced themselves when she felt me unbutton and unzip her jeans. Her breathing increased as I slid down the pants. The sound of the fabric pulling away from her dewy crotch and rolling down her legs fell short of the sharp gasps and pants as Rachel shivered from the exposure.

With her pants discarded and laying on the floor, I crawled behind her once again, returning my hand to her milky leg as she shivered under my touch. As my fingers approached her dripping core, she let out only a single word.

"Wait."

I froze on the spot, taking her words with all of the seriousness of a train wreck (and I've been in one). I shifted myself to look her in the eyes as she bit her lip.

"Yes?"

She flicked her gaze from my hand to my face, staring at me with her dazzling green eyes. Her jaw set as she relaxed her shoulders.

"Fuck it."

She lurched forward and crashed her lips into mine. Not a second passed before I returned the favor, meeting her flighty tongue with my own.

My hand resumed its journey, creeping closer to her nether regions as she bucked her hips in barely contained excitement.

"Self control," I said into the kiss.

She groaned. "You're mean."

I smiled as I sucked on her bottom lip. "You have no idea."

My hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of her green panties, brushing a finger over her swollen clit as I reached for deeper into her smooth cunt.

A high pitched whine left Rachel's throat as I toyed with her. Every action of hers seemed to melt to my will. From the way she arched her back to the spreading of her legs, everything she did only made her more subservient.

"You suck," she said as she pulled away from the kiss.

I smiled a devious smile. "I'll suck and nibble on that little clit of yours as long as you keep making those cute noises."

She looked back with a shocked expression. Moments later, she buried her head into the crook of my neck in an effort to stifle her moans. Though her actions seemed to show reluctance, her bucking hips told me otherwise.

"Would you like that?" I whispered into her ear.

A few seconds passed.

"Yes, please," she replied in a timid voice.

"Gladly." I nibbled on her earlobe before pulling away.

She whined at the loss of contact, but grunted in confusion as I undid her bonds. Rubbing her wrists with a bashful expression, she scooted herself towards the head of the bed until she rested comfortably on a pillow.

I crawled up to her once again, taking the hem of her panties into my fingers while eyeing her every movement. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the green fabric down her legs with ease. While parting her legs, I took in a whiff of her musk.

She was the one and only mortal I would ever sleep with. No special powers or godly ties. Her scent reflected that. Many would describe the smell of a vagina like a sweaty fish (because that makes sense). If only they knew a fresh and healthy pussy could smell so much milder and sweeter, though with a slightly sour undertone. Though I can't deny how much I loved burying my face in Piper's fragrant pussy (I would argue hers was my favorite) or Annabeth's honeyed cunt, I would always save a special place for the one mortal pussy on the island.

Rachel watched me with a nervous gaze as I inched forward, eyes rolling up as I took in her musty scent. Taking notice of her hand up her shirt, I decided to ensure we both stood on level ground.

"Take it off."

Rachel froze for a few seconds before pulling off the green tee shirt and tossing it off of the bed. With her modest breasts exposed, she crossed her arms over her midsection as a blush crawled onto her face.

"Red."

She snapped her head in my direction as I locked her in my gaze.

"You look beautiful."

Her blush deepened, her cheeks near matching her hair. Though she was never one to care about her looks, every so often, I knew hearing those words could make her entire week. If anything, a fresh stream of fluids dripped from her pink snatch as she spread her legs wider for me.

Taking in one last whiff of her virgin musk, I inched forward and pressed my tongue into her pink folds.

"Oh."

My tongue swished along the surface, never penetrating her. I only toyed with her, teasing her until she writhed in a cacophony of pleasure induced moaning and frustrated grunts.

"You really are mean."

I smirked at the familiar statement. To prove her otherwise, I brought my lips into the mix and circled her erect clit with them. While caressing her delicate nub with my lips, I pierced her virgin pussy with a single finger. She let out a whine as I pleasured her, writhing as my finger brushed the smooth insides of her lovely cunt.

Taking things a step further, I nibbled on her clit. I remained gentle, so as not to hurt her, but I pressed down until a shrill squeak left her mouth.

"Oh, Percy!"

She arched her back as I continued rolling my tongue over the sensitive nub. As I continued, her squeak turned to a scream, signalling the beginning of her climax. Around my finger, her smooth walls rippled and contracted. A torrent of juices spilled from her depths. I massaged her pelvis with my free hand, caressing her orgasm into a gentle halt as I pulled my finger from her soaked nether lips.

As she caught her breath, my hands trailed up her torso, playfully squeezing her flanks as they raised. Upon reaching her breasts, I took the mounds into my hands and kneaded them, rolling them in a circular motion. Though they were on the smaller end of the spectrum, they still provided a nice handful of soft flesh, roughly on caliber with most of the nymphs.

On her recovery, I pulled myself forward, taking her lips into mine with a gentle kiss. I made no effort to press my tongue in her mouth, nor did I bite her lips. I wished only to relax her for the grand finale.

After coming down from her high, she reciprocated the kiss, moaning softly into my mouth. She pulled away, giving me a dizzy smile.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special."

I pecked her on the nose. "Call it experience."

I pulled away, turning her on her side, and crawled behind her. She watched me carefully, as if taking mental notes of where this was going. Her deduction led her to the obvious outcome, leading her to whimper.

"So I guess this is it. This is how the oracle loses her virginity…"

I ran my hand along her side, coming to a stop on her cheek and turning her to face me.

"We don't have to go any further if you're not ready."

For the first time I can recall, her eyes watered.

"Don't say that. Don't you dare say that. I've spent months preparing for this. I've given up so much for this. Please don't just turn away now."

In her bright green eyes, I saw an emotion I never once thought I would see before. Not on her. Vulnerability.

I pulled her in for another kiss, rubbing her flushed cheek clean of the few tears which rolled down it.

"I'll be gentle."

Rachel shook her head, whipping her mane of red hair around like a torch.

"I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to be honest. I want to know what it feels like when we both enjoy ourselves to the fullest. I'm not going to wait around for us to get to it several weeks or months or even years down the line. If I'm going to be with you, I want to be with the real you."

I stared back at her, shocked. Never before had I considered what I was like as a partner. Paul asked me before, but even then I didn't have an answer. Looking back on it, Paul joked about me being a rough guy. When you take my previous times into account, he wasn't wrong.

"Okay." I brushed my finger over her lips, to which she immediately took it into her mouth to start sucking. With all of the sucking she did, it perplexed me as to why she never sucked on… other things. "If it hurts, tell me."

She nodded her head, but kept my finger in her mouth. As I attempted to pull my hand away, she followed with her head. In the moment, I realized what she was doing. My finger was her bit of comfort. Her insurance, so to speak. If I got to rough, she only needed to clamp her teeth down to make me stop.

With that both unsettling and comforting thought out of the way, I pulled myself back and positioned my cockhead at the base of her entrance. She pressed her back to my chest and lifted her leg further. With a single glance, she voiced her simple and specific wish.

Do it.

I thrust my cock into her pussy in a single motion. So smooth and wet on the inside, like a satin sheet pulled from a warm bath.

Rachel whimpered in response, sucking harder on my finger. On reflex, my remaining fingers curled around her throat, earning a breathy moan as she exhaled through her nose.

I pulled out of her slowly, allowing inch by inch to slide out of her as her pussy tried sucking me back in. She whined as she felt the head of my dick rub her insides, threatening to pull out of her. When only the tip remained, I slammed my hips forward, driving myself hilt deep into her smooth crevice. My balls smacked against her clit, all of the sensations forcing her to let out a squeal.

I repeated this process, pulling out and slamming in. Over time, my pace increased. My grip tightened around her throat. Before long, the resounding slap, slap of skin on skin sounded throughout the room.

Rachel's whimpers and cries became my driving force. With every whimper, another thrust. With every squeak, I pulled out. Every moan of hers drove some part of my actions, and every action forced another moan. Whether I massaged her tits or kissed her shoulder, everything I did, she melted beneath. She submitted herself to my passion, taking every thrust with the utmost gratitude. She made efforts to return the affection, but I fucked her pussy too hard for her to do much.

With my finger near screaming from how hard Rachel sucked on it, I found myself in the desperate need to finish us both. My balls grew sore from slapping against her pelvis. Her quivering pussy massaged me, sucked me in deeper. I wanted nothing more than to stay buried inside of her and forget the issues of the outside world. But I couldn't. I knew if I didn't bring us to finish, I wouldn't ever leave. Not with an eternity to spare.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into her ear.

Before she could respond, my free hand trailed downwards and toyed with her clit. Pinching and rubbing it as I increased my thrusting speed, driven forward only through sheer willpower.

Rachel screamed, my finger doing nothing to muffle her. In a desperate attempt, I silenced her with my lips, swallowing her scream as she spasmed from my actions. I felt her walls contracting and rippling, preparing themselves for her climax. The same could be said for myself. My aching balls churned with semen, every ounce eager to swim in Rachel's womb.

I slammed harder, bruising our thighs in the process. My cock twitched and ached from the abuse, but I urged myself onward. I pinched her swollen clit between my thumb and forefinger while biting down on her lower lip.

Her muffled scream threatened to break free. My efforts proved too successful as she rocked her hips, her pussy spasming and shooting juices all over my dick. She grew too tight for me, milking me of my semen as I growled into her mouth. Every drop filled her, flooding her womb with enough sperm to fertilize an army of future generations.

She gasped and quivered as she felt the new warmth inside of her. The alien feeling proved blissful to her, if her cross eyed expression was anything to go by. Still, my cock throbbed and twitched, pumping more ropes of cum into her, stopping only when the churning in my balls subsided. Upon finishing, every inch of my shaft pulled out of her, the hardened shaft softening with every second.

Rachel and I rested there. Both of us needed to catch our breath. Both of us needed a shower. Both of us needed a nice long nap. Guess which of us got none of the above…

Rachel turned to me, her pussy leaking our elixir of life into the sheets. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight as she nuzzled my windpipe.

"Why?" she said with a hoarse voice. "Why did I ever swear off of romance? If I knew how good this felt…"

She didn't have to finish her sentence. Its meaning was clear.

I rubbed her back and played with her hair as she breathed against my neck. For a few minutes, we remained there, motionless. Only when I kissed her forehead did she look up at me with a loving smile.

"Thank you."

My thoughts could only go one way.

"Did it hurt?"

She nodded. "It did. But at the same time, it felt way too good for me to want it to stop."

I grimaced. "I told you I could be gentle."

"No." She pressed her nose into my collarbone. "You gave me exactly what I wanted." She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "The time of my life."

I returned her smile and kissed her. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder… what would life have been like if we did actually get together? Before all of this. Before the wars. What kind of life would we lead? How often would we have moments like this? With an eternity to spare, I knew this moment would not be one of a kind. Not if I had anything to say about it.

"Hey," I said as I rubbed her tender breast with my thumb. "You said you gave stuff up for this. What exactly did you mean? Is that what you were talking about before, when I mentioned your dad?"

She curled up into me, lacing her legs around mine.

"I know I've said this before, but I saw this coming months in advance… I spent a long time preparing for this. While everyone was bustling about, preparing for a war with the Romans, I was preparing for an immortal life of getting plowed into the sheets. Guess that says a lot about me."

"Hey, that's not fair for yourself."

"And it's not fair that the gods tossed us into this, but here we are." She dropped her head against my chest. "Look, when I found out about this, I did what I felt was necessary… I dropped out of Clarion Academy. When my dad found out, he demanded to know why. I… I tried coming up with some kind of excuse he would buy, but he saw right through every one."

I rubbed her back as she pressed herself closer to me.

"I told him the truth. I told him exactly where I would be. I explained the situation to him."

My eyes went wide. No one just tells their parents about the mythological world. And no one, no one tells their parents that they're going to spend an eternity as a sex slave.

A small sprinkling of tears hit my chest.

"He disowned me on the spot, calling me a whore and a 'disgrace to the name of Dare.'"

I curled my hand in her hair and hugged her head to my chest as she cried. For as long as I knew him, Rachel's father was never one to care for much. As long as he could profit, he was all in. Anything else…

"It didn't help he was never a big fan of you. It sucks he never see how great of a person you really are."

She looked up at me with a teary smile. I pressed my forehead to hers and sighed.

"You won't have to worry about him anymore. You're free to do whatever you want. He didn't support your painting skills. Me? I can't believe how phenomenal they are."

Rachel's smile grew as a flutter of pride showed. She pushed forward and kissed me. Again, only a tender kiss. The same kind we shared on a cliffside only a year ago.

"Off the record," she said as she pulled away, "you are a much better master and friend than Apollo could ever be."

She didn't vaporize on the spot, so I guess the god of prophecy wasn't listening… or he actually realized she had a point.

I said nothing more. I only held her, taking in her warmth as she did mine. Before long, her eyes shut as she let out a breath. Far too many issues were given to this girl at once. No mortal, or anyone else for that matter, should have to face the kind of things she did.

I rubbed her back one last time as I pulled away. A few minutes later, I stood at the head of the bed fully dressed. I tucked Rachel in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her sleepy mumbling left a smile on my face.

I walked over to the door and gave her sleeping form a final glance.

"Sleep tight, Red."

With that, I left the room and closed her door behind me. I let out a sigh. With Rachel now… deflowered, I was officially halfway through all of the girls on the island. I hated thinking like that. Treating Rachel, or anyone, like some number. But still, the closer I came to this deadline, the closer I came to living a somewhat normal life.

As I reminisced over the simpler times, I made my way towards the dining room. Of all the issues going on, I could take solace with one thing. I was halfway there.

A/N - Ha! If only! I know it isn't exactly morning, but there's this weird copy-paste bug that converted all of the chapter into nothing but code. Hopefully, I'll have my computer up and running before it becomes too much of an issue. Thanks for the patience.

So, how were your thoughts on the chapter? I know a lot of people have been looking forward to seeing Rachel get her comeuppance for being such a tease throughout the story. I kind of liked the reverse power play aspect, but that's just me. And then there's the fact that she's lost all ties with the mortal world. Oh, the horror! All joking aside, now that Percy has defiled the Oracle, what will become of her? Will she still be able to tell prophecies? I guess we'll have to find out later. Hehe.

In the meantime, I hope everyone is all strapped in for a trip to Texas because this is going to take quite a while. A word of warning. There might be some things getting mixed up in these upcoming chapters. I've streamlined it as much as possible, but this whole trip was never part of my original plot. With the addition of a certain goddess (you're welcome), I needed to make some last minute changes. I hope it comes out well, but we'll need to see how it pans out. I've privately been called out for one plot hole, and that was a result of this new plot. Kinda sucked, but I'll make do. It was minor, but it's become more glaring for me the more I realize it's there. I'll probably go back and change it to adjust to the new plot, but for now, I'll let it be. Still, thank you for calling me out. You know who you are.

Well, that brings another chapter to a close. I can say with entire honesty that my fingers hurt and my brain is fried. How do you guys text all the time? Seriously, after fifteen minutes on this, I can barely feel my fingers! Tis a secret I will never know. Leave a review and let me know how you liked Rachel's piece. As always, this is Ronin signing off.