I would imbue the feyhound and show her my prowess. I’d mount her and fuck her and make her explode on my wooden cock.That would show her.The worksh...p was a cluttered affair. There were several rough tables and workbenches scattered throughout the room. A variety of dildos in various shapes and styles covered one table, all in different stages of shaping, some rough phallus, others nearly polished smooth. Tools for woodworking, hanging from hooks, covered one wall. Everyone looked precisely in. She didn’t think about these things for long since she was sleepy and she was going to be meeting Oji in New York the next day. She got changed and went to bed where she let her dreams wonder. *************** She woke up the next day to hear the birds singing outside and the sun shinning brightly in the morning sky. She stayed in bed for a few minutes remember bits and pieces of the dream that she had last night. The bits and piece were unclear, but she could remember how the dream made her. “Do you know how close I came to having him executed after the trouble he caused back on Glowworm? He’s got a great cock and is great when you want to be fucked hard, but he’s not that bright.”The six people at the table all turned to stare at the entrance. They seemed surprised by the conversation.“What the fuck?” one of the men asked. “Who the hell are you?”I leapt from my spot against the wall and moved to stand between the two groups. I had my arms out, with my palms facing the two groups.. He put on music. It was fun and upbeat and nothing that he would have ever used in a competition. Then, he skated to her and offered one hand. She drew a deep breath and slipped her hand softly into his. Like a handshake. Not with the fingers twined the way he wanted to, but it was enough. They skated around the rink twice like that. Then he turned and skated backwards in front of her, offering another hand. She took it, paling; her lower lip trembled. "Close your eyes," he said. She hesitated.