Or his. XXX “That’s why I’ve transformed myself to a mortal shape. This is wrong, Andrew thought. The music of the wine press put him at ease, although he knew it was dangerous to relax in this place. They landed in a heap and curled around each other. Harder, she’d told him then, so he did it harder now. They had such a good time they‘d gone in together on a bottle, and then she invited him back to help her drink it. Sometimes he hated this job. Ishtar, ancient goddess of fertility and sex, came, taking the form of a beautiful woman with the talons and wings of a bird. You, my women who worship me, my beautiful barbarian priestesses, go and beat the drums and raise your voices high, so that everyone knows we’ve come.”
“Yes: I’ve come to dance,”
