." Mikhail responded meekly."Marg, tell us a bit about yourself." Gudbrand asked."My father is the former chief black mage of an elven tribe, my mothe... is the daughter of a baron, I study hard, I train hard, I work hard and I dismiss anything does not benefit me. That's all you need to know." Margaux said quickly and non-chalantly."Ja, you're a real cheery joker..." Gudbrand muttered under his breathe."Want to share what you just said, Gudbrand?" She asked."N-nein!" Gudbrand replied."Good. What. De Boville feared to lose. A ray of joy passed across M. de Boville's countenance, yet he made an effort at self-control, and said, --"Sir, I ought to tell you that, in all probability, you will not realize six per cent of this sum." That's no affair of mine," replied the Englishman, "that is the affair of the house of Thomson & French, in whose name I act. They have, perhaps, some motive to serve in hastening the ruin of a rival firm. But all I know, sir, is, that I am ready to hand you over. He even lifted the bed to make sure that they weren't hiding there. Itprobably looked obnoxious."The boys? You think you can deny it. I can smell there...." He lookedfrustrated, not able to state what that scent was. The smell of semen wasvery distinct, and the deeper he got into the room the more he couldsmell it."We didn't invite any boys here," Suki said with a serious expression."Don't lie to me." His voice didn't waver, instead growing into a ratherangry growl. He didn't like them taking. I placed an arm over my chest, trying to hide them from her.She noticed this, and stopped laughing.I felt awkward as I softly giggled in nervous tension."Don't you fart where you come from?"She suddenly questioned, a grin returned to her pretty face."Well - uh - yes sure, but a lady isn't supposed to admit it..."I told her."Why? It's natural. Aren't you natural?"She continued to question, obviously confused by my strange European concepts."I am a natural woman! Just look at me, sitting here.