“Go get the box, dear,” I tell Maria. She giggles with giddy excitement. As I lay in the wet puddle of Maria’s cunny fluid, I watch and admire her lovely, naked body as she walks to the small wardrobe closet. The closet contains only a few gowns and shoes. There was a time when I had so many dresses that I couldn't wear them all. Henry did not take my gowns and shoes, but I had to give some to my granddaughter and to Mari...

“Grandmother, I will not marry him!” my sixteen-year-old granddaughter insists. “He is a Moor and a heretic! Our family will be ruined, as well as my reputation. I will not be invited to court. My friends will abandon me. My life will be over!” By our Blessed Virgin Mother, my granddaughter can be so dramatic and so stupid! But by God, she is a beauty that is for sure. Men desire her, but they don’t want to marry her. She...