He kissed her thigh, feeling her squirm, glancing up to see her peering down at him over the twin mounds of her breasts.“Wait, Ryan,” she mumbled....“I don’t have any magick to spare, I won’t taste like I usually do...”“You think that I won’t enjoy hearing you moan and watching you squirm because you don’t taste like passion fruit?”She seemed flustered by his comment, her eyelids fluttering as he parted her puffy labia with his fingers. Her lips were flushed pink and swollen with excitement,. At least, the ones the maid sneaked to his room at least.Still, this sunlight was surprisingly intoxicating! Even under the shade of the tree, the summer heat made him feel very sleepy and stupid. How did the hired help manage to do their work when this sunlight made him so lethargic? It was just as Allen was about to doze off with his book in his lap that he saw a curious sight...A little white rabbit.Wait, no... Allen rubbed his eyes and the image became clear. A rabbit woman!She was quite. The crew lurched forward, and the ship stopped hard. Then over the side, the men leapt to the sand."Praise Poseidon! Praise Zeus! Tonight we make an offering."Several dropped to their knees, grabbing handfuls of sand and letting it spill through their fingers. They looked with rapt eyes at the firm earth beyond.Captain Miltiades released his tight grip on the railing. He smiled at me."Have you any idea where we are, Captain?" Not a clue. To town, and let's find out."He joined the men and leapt. "Safe and sound ... as you sound ... but are you safe?" He replied with a bit of a laugh."I'm now out of town, out of touch and hopefully far, far out of the game. I earlier today left a private anonymous note to the widow of an acquaintance of ours, and made note that her late husband had left some additional provision for her and their daughter, other than his 'hot rod'." I didn't want to use any names, secure phone line or not, as some NSA supercomputer probably had the late Captain Rod.