That was to be my traceable source of income, visible to IRS and anybody else who cared to check. And in cases of need there'd be more available, virt...ally unlimited as Lisa had said.My real work, for as long as he needed or wanted, would be Spook himself. He had, of course, vastly more raw intelligence than me or anyone else, he could think faster and better than any human being in history. But in dealing with human emotions and illogicalities he was often lost; he could think better than a. "You look at her for several seconds. Then you laugh. "Nice one."She keeps a straight face. "You've never met an elf before, have you?"Before you can say anything else, she kneels down in front of you and pushes her hair behind her right ear. You take several seconds to let the new information sink in. Her ear is pointed."You're kidding me."She smiles warmly. "You must live in a far away country not to know about us."You look at each other for another few seconds, then she says "Sooo... want a. "George just looked at the ground. Or at least, that's what he appeared to be looking at. He couldn't ignore how hot Linda was. She was in her early thirties but she took excellent care of her body and it made her look much younger. She was the tallest woman George knew. He guessed she was about six feet tall. She had a bronze all-over tan and wavy black hair all the way down to the curve of her back. Her breasts were round and perky. Though if he had to guess, he would swear they were fake,. Sharn lay quite still whilst the warrior woman continued her relief, too terrified to move. Sharn could hear the soft hiss the woman’s pee made as it squirted forth out of her slit before shooting through the air to spray into her hair that was sodden with warm pee. Sharn’s ragged breathing seemed somehow distant as if somebody else was in her place, a most strange sense of displacement. The warmth of the warrior woman’s piss was wonderful, the shame inflicted by the act unbelievable.‘Was there.