Did these young people know what a dangerous idea they were playing with, accusing each other of “love”?!There was a knock at the door. “Come in...” called the Professor. “Ah, Dick-Dick, thanks for coming in, how are you? Eat my cunt.”“M’ cock, probably a bit like you, Cunts: fucked! Jesus, what a week!”“Tell me about it! Can I get you anything: coffee?”“Coffee?!” Dr Dick laughed. “That’s very retro, isn’t it? Or are you trying to seduce me, like when you were young?”“Dick, I’m not that old! But. Not wanting to go to jail I look around every now and then for Rangers or people with kids. They are very infrequent but its smart to pay attention. I happened to turn my head to scan the dunes and saw that a guys was about a 100 feet away just on the edge of the dunes watching us. He appeared to be in his 30’s and was rubbing a bulge in his shorts. Didn’t need to worry about him reporting us I thought.Looking down at Mia I said we have a fan, this is our code for a voyeur. In the past we have. He sat on her upper thighs, pulling her arms down to her waist and pinning the wrists there. She hissed and spluttered indignant profanities at the sudden change in their relative positions. ‘Let go of me you asshole. You fucking mother-fucking bastard. Dickless fucking shit-headed wanker son of a whore.’ He laughed at her language, as the unending stream of improbable profanities continued. He panted. ‘You have a very colourful turn of phrase Lady. Have you perchance worked in a whorehouse?. " Thank you, sir, I'm already aware of it. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes," came Cook's voice, from the entrance to the dining area."Very well, thank you, and my apologies for the surprise," I told her. She smiled, nodded, and left."Unanticipated, lord?" asked Lantral, speaking for the first time. She had a lovely voice, for a Craxill, and a face even humans could find beauty in. There was pain in her eyes, but it was in abeyance, for the moment at least."Yes, I'd expected you at 1900,.