Overtaking cars were honking at me and it took me a couple of minutes to realize that I was essentially crawling instead of driving, which is a crimin...l offense in the understanding of most Parisians. I finally reached the center and hurried to my lab. I was thinking about several scenarios. I could use the NYMPHOCOM to induce irresistible fear in even the most brave men. This was going to protect me but it would feel very strange to those who would be exposed to it. I needed a more discrete. We were lucky, as one of them dropped some boar hide, which would no doubt be useful to Brot’k. Once the drops were collected, we continued along our decided path, our eyes searching for dangers.Over the next hour we came across three more mobs, two wolf packs and another boar pack. The two wolf packs did make us work for our drops - especially me - and I took some damage from some bites.Another bit of damage came from a wolf jumping on me. I got my shield up in time, but the blow knocked me. Martin, 'why are you still wairing your football socks from this morning, they must be a bit sweaty by now'. Martin replied, 'I like the feel of them pulled up my legs, like stockings'. I asked 'do you like sweaty socks' Martin replied by taking my shoe and undoing the laces. He put my shoe up against his nose and sniffed. I then kicked off my other shoe and shoved both my white sports socks onto Martins face. I grabbed his shoes and licked at the leather before taking them off and sniffing. ”“Of course, that’s only fair. Nora, do you have your own apartment now?”“No, for years now I’ve been living with my uncle at his house in Maspeth, Queens. During my hooking days, I would have customers come out there when he was at work. You’d be surprised at how far some of them would travel to see me.”Gilda said, “Despite the so-called sexual revolution, there are a lot of guys out there starving for some sex.”“Once my uncle came home early and he caught me on my knees in the living room.