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At the stroke of midnight the jester blocked the passage knowing his lover would have to pass that way soon. In his heart of hearts he had an unpleasant feeling that his partner was going to deal the death blow to their relationship. Thing had been strained latel. No matter how skilled he was with his lovemaking he couldn't satiate her sexual appetite. On the other hand in some cases it had been incredibly satisfying. But he didn't no what oil was going to calm her troubled waters. Her she comes, »Olive my love«, he tried to cry but she swept past him with a skilled sidestep. »Out of my way fool, its over.« The jester collapsed, crumbled and dissolved.