Perceval Alternate Ending

Joan reached down and touched herself as he thrust, moaning and calling out to Perceval with excitement.

Perceval slid back into bed, but Joan stirred. With her eyes half open, she stared down at the tented bedsheet, obviously taking in Perceval’s erection. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands into his lap.

With the first hint of dawn lightening the sky the following morning, Joan woke in the infirmary to find Perceval in a seat next to her cot, body bent forward, his head resting in his hands. As evidenced by his slow, deep breathing, he was asleep. She smiled. He’d remained with her the entire night. It couldn’t have been easy, because Joan recalled moaning and twisting around in pain several times during the night. At one point, she was aware of Pawl and Perceval conversing, then found herself being fed a few drops of a tincture. Valerian and arnica, she assumed, based on the bitter taste and unpleasant aroma, similar to unwashed socks. She drifted back to sleep after that.

Olivia turned to the TV. Another cooking program began, this time a southern woman discussed southern style brunch. "I told you lots of personal stuff about me, like wanting a parakeet."

“Yes, actually. I just took out a fresh tray of Macarons for you two to try!”

“Yes. Why don’t you pop down to the bakery and pick up a strawberry one for me, and a… well, what type of pie do you want, Serenity?”

“Oh Perceval,” Gawain cooed in a high-pitched, girlish voice. “You are such a handsome man. So big and strong. I’ve decided I like men now. Give us a kiss, will you?” Gawain puckered up and made exaggerated kissing sounds while the entire tavern roared with laughter.

“Well then I hope she looks just like you.” He said and wrapped his arms around. Leaning down he kissed Esmeralda soundly, before giving a whoop of joy.

“I made bacon, eggs, and sausage if you are hungry,” she says to me with a warm smile on her face. I was starving, so I ate five pieces of bacon, three eggs, and four sausage links. “How’d you sleep?” she asked.

“Are you hungry again?” Isadora lifted the perfect bundle and kissed her forehead. “Of course you are. You only ate three times in the last three hours.”

Amara moaned and flopped down on his side. "I don't think I could even think about eating another bite. Not even an annoying songbird, but it is so worth it. It has been ages since I have been this full."

She smashed her lips against his, making sure he was mesmerized by her single touch. She let the guy go, and he was completely dazed-- so dazed, tiny hearts could have flown around his head like a love sick puppy. This amused her, seeing the effect she had on guys. She patted his shoulder as she snickered under her breath.

How could women ever think men don’t like this? thought Arthur, as his tongue licked and circled Guinevere’s cleft. He could think of nothing more erotic or delicious than having his face buried between Guinevere’s legs, tasting her sweet saltiness.

The loaves varied in consistency; what we call the crust of the bread today was blackened at the outer edges then dark brown towards the center with water consistency increasing substantially towards the center of the loaf. Cato provided detailed descriptions of weights of both the grains and bread distributed to the slaves. Researchers were able to estimate the weights of the breads that were likely consumed daily. This estimate ranges from 4 to 5 pounds of bread daily, from which can be gleaned that the smaller loaves were especially dense in comparison to modern bread. This would have been a large volume of food for a slave, though they were likely only fed enough to continue working. Cato listed two recipes in his De Agri Cultura LVI and both are breads for offering rituals. It is clear from the writing Cato was not himself a baker, yet the recipes are enlightening nonetheless. Several challenges were encountered when Micah attempted to follow a recipe for the bread to be used in the ritual. All ingredients are listed in pounds but in current recipes most ingredients are measured by volume. Estimation was significant to approximate quantities, and substitutions had to be made as well. For example, Micah noted that cheese was used and consumed frequently in ancient Rome, but few entries about feasts indicate any specifics of the characteristics of cheese. If used in the bread, and it often was, it likely would have been a hard cheese. Cato described a process in his recipe, “bray two pounds of cheese thoroughly in a mortar; when it is thoroughly macerated, add one pound of wheat flour.” Today’s palates would prefer a cheese with more oil in it. As it was being prepared for offering, the bread would probably have been

“Depends on how you feel. You can get them now with a quick and easy flick of the wrist, or you can get them later with a thundering waterfall; which do you choose?”