"Of course. I mean thisprobably won't amount to anything anyway."Matt smiled. "Good on you, Kells. Go for it." Thank you Matt. Please, Fi, I won't...do anything to interfere withthings around here." What about the book? That's your dream." I know but that's getting close to done. Besides, it'll do me somegood to get out and about, especially before little Humphrey orPriscilla comes." Before we had the sonogram and knew what I washaving, Fi and I had started calling the baby 'Humphrey' or. .. THE COMPANY that. Talk about debentures ... about stock transfers ... about short sales of risky investments ... about profit margins ... about anything and everything reeking of finance, and profit for THE COMPANY.When I’d try to redirect the conversation to any other subject, my work, our home, or even sex itself, it was suddenly as if I’d started speaking Linux, or Java Programing Language, or Mandarin Chinese, or something she couldn’t understand. She’d sort of tune out, then get this. "Beer?" asked Lone Tree, "what's beer?" Oh, shit," commented Kurt. "You don't have a clue and it's going to take some careful experimenting to make sure your people can drink it." How come?" Native Americans ... that's you in 12 thousand years ... don't do beer or alcohol well." Why not?" It's an adaptive thing. "Kurt thought about it, "if you take it easy and don't drink a lot I'll bet you can adapt to it better than they did. I think it's just a matter of time and usage. If it doesn't work, I. I would love having you as my bull.” “As your bull--I’m going to make sure you’re going to get it everyday.” “Mmmmm.” I said smiling. “And some friends too. Would you like that? Having a BBC two--three times a day?” “Yes.” “I’m going to make you my black cock slut. Would you like that?” “Yes.”When we came back to where my husband was I told him I had just gotten the best cock I had ever had. I told him that he stretched my pussy and went where no man had gone before adding that I loved.