Charles Pendelton
       2008 Marty Langdon
Chapter 32 (1973) pt 6

                                 1973


Tears were dropping out of my eyes and falling into ecstasy. As she made me stand, I was shaking
like a leaf on a tree with rapturous lust and was at the absolute pinnacle of this incredible emotion!
Every vein in my contracting organ was now so pronounced and bulging, that if Harmony would
have poked it with a pin, I could have probably spray painted my entire name on the wall with it!


Harmony rolled two fingers around the tip of my throbbing pink helmet, as she so often referred to
it, and it immediately began to drool. She then used the clear syrup which dribbled out as a lubricant
to bring me to fulfillment. I screamed as emotion gave way to pleasure, and the magnificence of man
overflowed into the palm of her awaiting hand and fingertips. It was beyond anything my little mind
could ever have conceived and there was so much fluid in that gorgeous hand of hers, I was stunned!
So relieved was I that the pain in my testicles had finally diminished, I could have almost collapsed.

With the utmost dexterity, she used her sexual prowess
to emancipate my heart, until I became her prisoner.



Trapped within a loving amulet, never to be released, I am yours forever. So eager
and willing was I to please in this hour of glory, that my very existence would hinge
upon her every word, until even my own dreams began to consume my waking life.


"Now tell me," she said in a seductive voice which seemed to repress any anger,
"who would you rather play with, me or Ursula?" Before I could answer, she was
halfway to the bathroom, where she washed the remains of my love down the sink.


In the mirror, I could literally see the actual handprint with not only the shape of each finger, but
the three lines in each finger as well! Almost like a photocopy of her hand had been emblazoned
on my glowing buttocks. I ran my fingers over the stiff welts and imagined my parents running
off together. Just thinking of them leaving and never coming back brought me great joy, for then
Harmony could adopt me, and we would be left to dine upon ourselves, or so I thought in my
young brain. Harmony then applied some soothing creme to the affected area and it felt good.

"I'm so sorry about the last one," she said with a devilish smile.



"No you're not," I uttered rather defensively. Her smile grew. "I know,"
she exclaimed before doing that adorable little thing she so often did!

Whenever Harmony was overly excited she would hold the tip of her tongue in her teeth
as she giggled playfully! My heart skipped a beat whenever she did it! As I looked at
harmony's swollen palm from where I stood behind her, it seemed to look exceedingly
purple. How delicately fragile and ladylike she stood observing herself in the mirror,
as if she were standing before a judge who was about to pronounce sentence.


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Gently, I wrapped my arms around her voluptuous body while my cheek rested firmly
against the layers of her tousled hair. "How do you just become her," I asked with eyes
closed? So content in the love my heart was forming. "You'd be amazed," she said,
"what a woman will do for the one she loves." "Did you really mean what you said to
me before?" "About what?" "You know." "I think you need to help me out," she said,
in such a way as if she knew full well, the question at hand. Perhaps, she just wanted
to hear it from my lips. "Putting your thumb in my body, if I didn't do as you said?"

For some reason, I could not look at her when I said it.

"I'm sorry about that, I got lost in the moment." Ever so delicately she knelt down beside me
on the bathroom floor. "Forgive me?" "Um-hum." (There was a long silence) "But you still
didn't answer my question." "Yes, and I would have sounded like I was killing you, but I
would have been extra gentle. Just tell me and I need you to be honest; would you have held
it against me?" "No," I said, still in a trance from the spanking. I then reached out my hand
and began to caress that bright red thumb of hers with mine. "This one," I asked curiously?
She nodded in a manner that might have implied a childlike innocence, before saying "yes"
with a courageous smile. I then wrapped my hand around it, holding it ever so firmly while
looking deeply into the ocean of her eyes. I couldn't resist seeing her smile. I needed her to be
happy for me to be happy. Harmony then escorted me out into the living room where I let go.

To live with hope can lead even cowards through minefields, but to lose one's salvation
is a far worse option than being heavily oppressed. Indeed, I would become fractured
beyond a shadow of a doubt, and broken in every conceivable aspect concerning love.
Surely, I am overflowing with love this hour, and not an unkind word do I have to say
for even the devil himself, but time as we all know moves forward without ever seeing;
without ever knowing; without ever feeling. Time as we know, has already forsaken us.


Today was a wonderful day, and I will always give thanks for it. Tomorrow,
however, I shall tarry in the pit of despair with the ungodly, for time is a master
of deception; an illusion without any magic or disguise. Only a few numbers
were missing from the equation, and no one ever sees that car pull up. . .
 

Where unspeakable evil presents itself in the form of a handshake and a grin, rest
assured at the present time there's no need to fear; he's not the one I'm worried about.




"Most men would not allow a woman to go near that area." "Not even you?" (((Laughs)))
"Not even me! Men have too much pride to allow themselves to succumb to the glory of
their own lustful nature. Aside from them not being able to understand love, apart from
their own selfish needs, they make it seem like we're nothing without them. They treat
us like dogs, and they really think they're doing us a favor by having sex with them!

Like we-need-you? Most of them just want to throw you down on the floor and have their way
with you. No touching, no foreplay, nothing! But what they fail to recognize is that our needs,
need the same attention given as do theirs, but because they have strength over us, they feel
they can control us by bullying us and manipulating our emotions. Furthermore, they treat us
like objects! We are not objects, we are human beings! We may tend to be more emotional, and
we may get hurt easier, but we still require love, don't we? Try explaining that to a full grown
male adult of the human species; they don't see it that way! As long as we cook for them, clean
up after them, wash their clothes, bear their children and fuck them, that is all we are good for!

Just a piece of merchandise to be there at your beck and call like an emotionless robot-whore!




Deep down inside, most men are cowards confined to their own will, and since they
cannot fathom a woman probing around inside them in such a way, they consider it
to be a gay thing. It is okay for you to do those things to us, but when it comes time
for us to return the favor, then it becomes a gay thing? Grow up for goodness sake!"


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"Why is that, because you're no longer in control? A real man will not be intimidated
by a woman! Especially, the woman he proclaims to love with all his heart and soul.
Sometimes, I just wish I could drive some sense into them! Underneath their cool
exterior, they remain children. Children who always get their way at our expense.


Then for the icing on the cake, they don't want us to have an opinion!!!
We should keep our mouths shut and not speak unless we are spoken to!


Harmony was clenching her fist, and I could see by the way she had half
of her lower lip curled into her mouth, that she was becoming enraged.
I wasn't really sure what to say to her in her defense, but I did know that
I had to change the topic of conversation, and I had to change it fast.


"How could anything with you be gay?" I uttered nervously. "How? Well, for starters
if I used implements or objects on you, which are dreadful, and I would never do such
a thing. That could very well be considered a gay thing, but you know what I have, and
I know what you have. You're a boy and I'm a girl, correct?" "Uh-huh." "What's queer
about us enjoying each other's body?" "Nothing." "That's right, you enjoy being in my
company, and I enjoy being in yours. You love me, and I am equally infatuated with you.
Very soon age is not going to be an issue, but until that time comes and according to the
laws of this country, you do not have an opinion either!" "What do you mean?" "I mean
that if anything, God forbid were to happen to your parents, or if anyone ever found out
what we were doing together, they would tear us apart like animals, regardless of how we
feel within ourselves about each other.
All laws are governed by rules and by right they
should be, but there are also exceptions to every rule, and I believe this is one of them."


With a hand on my knee and a sad look in her eyes, she proceeds to
kiss me lightly upon the lips. "There is something I must tell you."


By the way she spoke, and by the way she looked at me, I thought she was going to tell
me that she met someone. How sorry she was for stringing me along all the while and
how terribly she felt about doing it. "Wait!," I blurted out, feeling a heartache in my soul
beyond compare. "You're leaving me?" "No my love, I am not leaving you." Her eyes
filled with tears as she spoke. "Three years ago, I found out my boyfriend was cheating
on me. Would you like to know what he said, when I told him I was breaking off the
engagement?
He said I was nothing more than a filthy immigrant whore and demanded
to know what was wrong with me! Then he thrust me up against the wall and raped me!"


I was so dry there. . .
It was all over!!!

Harmony was now swinging her arms and crying uncontrollably. "Then he beats me for
bleeding on his Persian rug!!! Over and over again with his fists, he wouldn't stop. For
awhile, I thought I was blind in my right eye. I couldn't see out of it for almost a month.
Do you have any-idea of the pain I felt at that moment? Do you? My-heart--died!!!"




I held her face in my two small hands and said, "he's gone now. When I'm older
I want you to take me to him. I want you to watch as I smash his face open
!!!"

                   
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I brought my fist down so hard on the wooden table, I nearly broke it.
She took hold of my
numb little hand and gently held her lips to it. . .

"And lose you? Never."

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There was no doubt about it, I thought, some men were just born to be monsters.



"I would never do anything to hurt you," I said, sounding almost desperate for I was pleading
to convey my point. "Even if you were to break up with me, I would still honor and respect
you." "I know you would, but I am not breaking up with you," said Harmony in a trembling
voice before bringing a hand to rest on my cheek. With the tips of my fingers, I parted my
lover's hair, so that her view of me was unobstructed. As she looked into my eyes, I looked
into hers to find the agony of that bitter moment. A pain so great, it literally changed her very
appearance. If eyes are a mirror of the soul, then she was in Dante's inferno right now, and
her expression was so serious that when I looked into them, I could almost see the striking.


"I am so sorry Harmony." I said with such conviction my voice was shaking. "Thank you
my sweet baby," she replied, as tears the color of night streamed down her face. As I listened
attentively to her voice, every word spoken was channeled through a nightmare she had been
forced to endure. Harmony then wipes her eyes, smearing the mascara away from her face.


A few minutes later, Harmony would drive a stake through my heart
by saying something I never
expected to hear come out of her mouth.


"I will never stop loving you, my baby. Even when you grow older and decide, you too
wish to knock me around cause I no longer please you." Her voice cracked on the last
word, and she burst into tears covering her face with both hands. Upon hearing this, I
instinctively moved back, the same as I would have had she thrown a glass of ice water
in my face. Harmony was now crying hysterically. To imagine myself hitting her like that
went far beyond the scope of any normal form of reasoning. It was incomprehensible.

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As the whole scene came into focus, I was so very hurt that she could even say such
a thing! To assume that I could be capable of such evil. As I unwillingly watched this
beast pummel my girlfriend, I felt myself being pulled apart by emotion. For anyone
to hurt her like that was simply unthinkable. Rapidly, I was beginning to lose control
as this heartfelt sadness I had never known before slowly overtook my senses. Not
knowing what else to do, I threw myself at Harmony and held her tightly in my arms
as tears streamed down my chin. "No one is ever gonna hurt you again," I cried out
in anguish! "I promise you. I promise!" As I struggled to catch my breath gasping, I
bellowed, "I'm gonna kill him!!!" The rest of this scene, my mind seems to have blotted
out. I can remember feeling her hand on the back of my head and neck, but that is all.

Everything else after this is a blank spot.


Later on when I came to my senses, I recall telling Harmony about an event that happened
last year. A rather small and insignificant event that would end up meaning the world to her.
As the story goes, I can vividly remember my father accusing my mother about something
which pertained to money, and my mother was becoming more and more unsettled. Then
from out of nowhere, she sprung up from her seat and cracked my dad across the face!



"What did your father do?" "He just slid his chair back slowly, got up and then left the house.
He came back about five hours later, but he never hit her. . . Just like I will never hit you."
 



"Why can't you just be eighteen, so I can marry you already?" "If I was eighteen, you wouldn't
have given me the chance to prove myself to you." She thought about my words and said, "do
you realize you are the only person who has ever truly adored me? Thank you. I never thought
I could be loved like this by anyone. My whole life, I have always felt rather plain. So ordinary
in comparison to American girls, but you have shown me otherwise." Her misty eyes were now
becoming watery, and so Harmony ran her hand slowly across her right cheek where the tips of
her fingers became wet. "The way you make me feel and the way you treat me. Even though
you are still young and learning, you have given me so much, I could never repay you for it."


*You already have, my love; you already have*



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There is a place where the vultures gather.
Not ordinary birds of prey; something indescribable.
They wait for that nectarous river to run dry before swooping up
from Abaddon
and out of your most hallowed thoughts to tear your
eyes from their sockets.
Since you will find you have no energy to stop them,
they allow themselves
the indecency to eat into your brain till the festal is over.
Then, for the rest of your meaningless existence, there is no other way home
but to grope through that channel of broken glass on all fours. Ever suffering.
Ever weeping at the thought of being forsaken by all you hold dear.
When the angels can no longer protect you, you will fall from grace.
You will be exiled to an abhorrent plain on earth, where you will be forever
banished, until the mere concept of God becomes nothing more
than a contemporary English version of a fable. The clock is
moving forward at an alarming pace. . . So loud it begins
to sound like a bomb.
And how could we have known
the enemy of time would be our abductor?




"I'll do anything you want," I said, "even that because you're my world.
I want you to feel
the same way I feel when you are doing those things to me, like when I'm doing them to you.
I just want you to be happy all the time, like I'm happy every time I'm with you." As she tried
to smile through the tears, she held me close and spoke in the voice of a whisper. "Oh my love,
that is all I wanted to hear." We hugged and we kissed and yes, I offered my body unto her,
the same way I would have offered her my neck had I found out she were a vampyre.




During this time we spent together Harmony would often ask me if I was ready to open up
to her, and moved her fingers like she were playing an invisible piano! "You know I can't
say no to you." I told her she didn't have to ask anymore and to just do it, but she insisted
it was all part of the game. "I need to feel that intense desire, that wanting. That need from
you that you crave me so, and wish more than anything else for me to be pleasured and
happy. If I ever get the feeling you are becoming uncomfortable with it in any way, or
if it ever begins to feel like a task, I want you to tell me and then I will stop doing it."


Over a period of time my lover was granted supreme access into a land
which encompassed that of my own loving heart, and with each and every
finger, Harmony would indeed caress my very soul. The gentle massage
performed deep inside in a fluid motion would only enhance our love.


Oh my exotic angel, you have given your love unto me,
and I
have given you mine. Together we shall create a new world!


"For me this is the highest honor a man can bestow upon a woman," said Harmony
proudly, before telling me to relax. She then told me she had never done this sort of thing
before. "I'm not really sure how we should go about it," she said half confused and half
bubbling over with pure excitement! Slowly, I removed my clothes and she made me lay
outstretched on the couch with my neck supported by the cushy armrest. She then rolled
some saliva around on my sensitive area with her index finger that she had moistened with
her mouth and tongue. Like an exquisite painting, this scene would often be reproduced,
yet somehow without all the allure and mystique which had grown from knowing.


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From the position I was lying in, I could see the implicit markings of that beautiful palm. So
feminine and sensuous was this beautiful bright red hand that had just slapped the living hell
out of me. On more than one occasion, I would use that precise image to keep myself in line!


I reveled in the knowledge that she was all mine and allowed her to take pleasure in my body
with a moist and glistening finger. With her palm up, she curled back the others and gently
began to insert her forefinger, stopping only after the tip had passed the great divide! So
delicately she prepared to fillet me, with an expression that seemed to be waiting for my
response.
"Are you okay? Should I stop?"
"No," I just need to hold your other hand.

She then smiled proudly and extended it for me. As I held her left hand and gazed at those
meticulously manicured fingers, I realized at that very moment what an honor it was indeed
to partake in the glory of her being. To watch her face as she braved this new world. To see
her conquer it with eyes closed and moaning. To watch her tongue slide over her lips as we
interconnected to become one mechanism. That supreme esoteric joining of two people so
deeply in love, who have woven themselves into the very fabric of life's laurel to become
love's honorer. An occasion of joy, where the Empress and king are really modern-day
peasants, who play the part so well they have earned their status in the real world. During
this act, Harmony showered me with love and affection that was so becoming of her. As I
lay enrapt in her bliss, I gently rolled my tongue in and around the base of her warm hand.




                 "Can I," she asked as if out of breath?


                I looked at her with a very perplexed face,

                         and she repeated the question. 

                                "May I go further?"


"Yes," I said, full of confidence and longing, but not really sure what all the hype was
about.
As Harmony continued to push her finger further down in an ever gentle motion, I
felt my body's natural function begin to reverse itself. She then formed a slow and steady
rhythm of sliding it in and out, while pleasuring herself at the same time. Strange as it
seemed, there was only a mild pinching or should I say, a rather mild stinging sensation. 


I couldn't help but watch as she gratified her own sexual desires, while oohing and ahhing
and biting oh so tenderly on her lower lip. As she fully penetrated the boy, the man came
alive and that impressed her! While she massaged the soft flesh of my sarcoline walls, I
too closed my eyes and
slowly began licking the entire portion of that delectable palm,
surrendering only as I made my way up the length of four brunneous fingers which I held
together and made like the whole hand was a Good Humor bar! Truly our love had no end.

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The only two things I was thinking was
is she really doing this to me? (((and)))
My God, she is so beautiful.


My senses were reeling as my tongue swathed wildly!
So intimate were we now, conjoined in love; so revealing!


Make no mistake, eloquently and with fervor will my love release itself in a loud sonorous
discharge. The time is at hand, for the moment is near, and I've all to do to keep myself
from exploding! I can feel you ravishing my heart, causing my body to quiver. Nibble on
my flesh in that adoring way and fill my mouth with your saliva, so that I may be brought
to fulfillment in a land of Epicurean delights. I looked at her face, her raven hair, and that
image carried me away in its splendor. Just the way she spoke while a part of her was
inside me was unlike any language I had ever heard before. So dignified was it that I
found myself perpetuated above mortal man, as if I had somehow graced Heaven.


"How noble are you my lord," I heard her say in a subdued voice, "to offer yourself
so humbly to I, who have nothing. I find you to be rare; so rare a breed. To covet and
scorn if I may. To thrash in rapture, I say not, but to love. . .
I do my lord! I do!"


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She went on and on in a Shakespearean tongue, and it made me feel as though I were
an emperor in my own kingdom. I had everything a boy could ever want and so much
more. Later when she stopped speaking, Harmony took me into her loving mouth and
brought me to new heights. There she reversed her hand to tantalize my prostate until
I released my passion! As I erupted like a mini volcano, it was there in that wonderful
place where she drank from the fountain of my concupiscent loins. When she looked
up at me with an
appearance so striking, my heart swelled! Those Manila eyes. Those
full Indian lips. That South American allure she wore around her like Miss World! Miss
Universe!!! All that is a part of me is yours my love, for you have become the owner
of my heart. The writer of my destiny... Without  you; I shudder at the thought of that.


In circles of men and women alike, I was sure to be laughed at, or ridiculed, or
scorned, but to this angel who found a place in her heart for me, I was beyond
reproach. Today, no matter where I go or who I'm with, I will always feel as
though a part of me is alone. When the emptiness inside your heart becomes
greater than your own will to survive, it will consume your soul until everyone
around you is a stranger. And it's not that you don't love them anymore; it's just
that it hurts so much to see that beautiful shoreline, where you and I once stood.


I was consumed by her passion. Enthralled in the very aspect of just being beside her
as we enjoyed life together, let alone the magic of becoming one with her in such a way! 


"On the eve of this very night, I found my soul mate." I turned my head to her on that
couch and asked her what a soulmate was. "Would you die for me if you had to?" she
asked, in a gentle tone. "I would die for you if I didn't have to," I replied quite honestly.
"Then I am truly your soul mate," she exclaimed most happily! "That is the only way
to know if your partner is truly your soul mate, and I would gladly die for you as well."




*Do not fear my love, for I will be older soon*

An hour later, I was prepared to use tongue again, and this time I was reeling with desire!
As her hands clasped onto my head, I began doing that thing she loved so much. Licking
in and around her gentle area like I was licking an ultra thin sheet of candy, while trying
not to lick through it. This is the way Harmony told me awhile back that I should do it.


I felt like a songbird that had just been released from its gilded cage, and would never
again have to sing for anyone. Songbirds only sing because they are looking for their mate.
Once they find their mate, they are content in each other's love and will not sing again.




Slowly, I inserted two fingers into my lovers warm body, before continuing to entice her
with my little tongue. Caressing her sweet spot was such an ambrosial treat for me, and
she had become so delicate! So sensitive now was my lover, with sharp nails clawing at
my scalp and her head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. With extreme benevolence and
quiet dedication, I tasted the womb of life until it became my own breath. Soon she would
erupt and quake, and within that sensuous area, I tasted what can only be described as the
purest of well water. As it overflowed her walls of flesh, it followed the order of gravity
down the inner portion of her thigh to mildly grace the upholstery. I heard my sweetheart
gasping for air and turned my face toward her only to see her exhaling rapidly. Now, said
Harmony in a very exhausted tone, you can do with me as you like, and I went completely
wild! Thrusting my tongue in deep, as if wanting to come out the other side and encircle
her like an eager python! I tasted the flesh of her love, like I was licking around the inside
of a honeypot while trying desperately to get every last drop of that wonderful syrup. There
in the opening of that closed chasm, I breathed in deeply that musky and engaging aroma.


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That individualistic scent which separated her from all other females, until she was but
a part of me. In a short while from now when my lover has once again climaxed, I will
be ready to make love to her. Afterwards, we settled back down on the bed, looking
up at the ceiling while holding hands and sighing peacefully. Thoroughly content in the
moment we shared together, my eyes slowly became drowsy and I drifted off to sleep.

The following day, Harmony would use her thumb to make love to me, and once again
I'd find myself telling her it was okay. "I belong to you baby, of course it's okay." I truly
savored that experience, because it was something I allowed Harmony to indulge in. To
deny her this after all she had given me, would most certainly be a travesty of justice.



My angel you shall always be
This world, my heart I give to thee
A song that plays forevermore
of love for whom I do adore


Sunday morning upon waking, we watched as the snow continued to fall. Seeing

my lover stretch, as her eyes first opened was the most beautiful part of the day!



Harmony said she had returned from a midnight journey that led her to the South of
France where she worked as a prospector; mining for metal ore and other valuable
commodities with a crew of many. Everyone was rich and everyone seemed happy.

I, however, was nowhere in the equation.

As she cracked open the window, an icy breeze blew in. The sky was the purest of white
and the air had become so crisp! I went out to shovel and found that a six foot drift had
curled up alongside the main walkway. Apart from this, everything seemed to be brushed
clean from the wind. Since it was extremely cold, it didn't take very long before I could no
longer feel my fingers. I went back inside where Harmony removed my mittens. "You're
freezing," she said, and began rubbing my hands! A few minutes later, we took a steaming
hot shower, undisturbed, before making love on the couch. Harmony then made the most
sumptuous chocolate covered Belgian waffles; I ate so many I could barely breathe!


She was heaven in the form of a woman.
She was everything perfect in the world.
She was my life, my love and my best friend. 


But this was not to be for something awful was coming. On the back doorstep under the
old wooden awning were two gifts that had been left by white socks. A community cat
who Harmony threw occasional scraps to. Never had I seen anything like this before.



As we observed the mice with their heads chewed off, neither of us wished to
touch them. "I don't like the looks of that," I said, sounding most apprehensive.
"Don't worry, they're only gifts for all the scraps of food and milk I've given him
over the past few years. It's just something cats do, they thank you." Did he have
to thank me too? (Smiles) "He knows you are my lover, silly. Cats aren't stupid!" 


Little could I have known the fate we would both suffer, for this was more
than
just an omen. It was a premonition of disaster. What was coming for
us could not be stopped, and it was far too late for any kind of reckoning.




The best thing that could have possibly happened at that very moment as we walked inside
the house and closed the door, would have been the overwhelming smell of natural gas. . .




                                                       And a spark.


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Reviews for Chapter 32


Maxine Frankel - I could go on about you guys breaking the law, but this is just...
Wow. You two were in a league all your own. With that said, I will say goodbye.

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by Glenn Barr - http://glbarr.com/gallery

PG 203)
Incarnation of Vishnu by Narasimha Avatar - http://tinyurl.com/yuqmgn

PG 204) Domestic turmoil in pumpkin
by Todd Schorr - http://www.toddschorr.com/

PG 204) Violence
by Guéganne Doucet - http://tinyurl.com/klnwzht

PG 204) Pop art
of Woman slapping man

PG 204) This car needs washing
by Amos Sewell - http://tinyurl.com/nrwj9rn

PG 205) Dead mans hand
by Andrew Dobell - http://tinyurl.com/l22nvwh

PG 205) Vampi's graveyard 
by Joe Jusko -
http://tinyurl.com/m62zo4k

PG 206) Falls of love by Fattah Hallah Abdel - 
http://tinyurl.com/kg5lq44

PG 206) Striving for an equilibrium 
by Justin Michael Jenkins - http://www.imaginativepencil.com/

PG 207) Reshma and Shera
- Eternal Lovers From Rajasthan - http://tinyurl.com/n6mv78v

PG 207) Cage by Raceanu Mihai Adrian
- http://tinyurl.com/q94d7jz

PG 208) From dream to dream we have awake by Raceanu Mihai Adrian
- http://tinyurl.com/q94d7jz

PG 208) Ethel the gourmet by Charles Wysocki
- http://tinyurl.com/mry95wx

PG 208) Search to Fade by Xetobyte -
http://tinyurl.com/levdoqv

PG 208) Summon the Reaper
by Anne Stokes - http://www.annestokes.com/#/