You'll need a lot of time to repair your body, however. You manage to slither out onto rocky sand, pulling yourself up to a crouching stance. You star... trying to knit the broken bones in your limbs.An ugly, hairy thing covering itself in baggy cloth and denim struggles over the hill toward you. It's carrying a long probe-like object with a metal barrel and wooden grip. The end facing away from the native is hollow. The design seems primitive, no matter what kind of medical service it might. "Hello what the hell are you doing selling my house out from under me," Izo said."I'm not selling your house," the male voice said."My god is that who I think it is?" I asked."It's the Good Father," Alice said. Came in on his cell phone. That's how we have both sides of the conversation."Let's hear the rest of it," I suggested with a wide smile."That's not what the bitch real estate appraiser said," Izo replied."What did she look like?" the not so Good Father asked."Average looking except for. Wants to tell her that he should be in charge, that she should surrender to his orders. He can do nothing but arch his back against her and tremble in helpless pleasure though. He gasps and shudders and whimpers in shock as she guides his knob to the bottle’s cold and wet entrance. Stiffens and whimpers again as she grasps his length and wanks him not just rapidly but eagerly towards the still-fizzing liquid. ‘God fucking damn, it’s a fucking snake! It’s longer than my double-ended dildo,. ’ Leif was grateful for the moment to lie truthfully. It didn’t matter that Sir Colin had misdirected their lives so many years ago. The past was only reasoning for their present and had minimal bearing on their future. The brief memory of the jaded soul that Sir Colin had been set Leif’s jaw on edge. He had known that there was a time, no matter how short, that Sir Colin had been as honest as Sir Glen or even Sir Marcus. Leif had to convince himself of that fact. Sir Colin was Lord Xavier’s.