” She added before kissing him. Alistair could smell her perfume. He knew that she was going out for sex. He didn’t ask; he didn’t protest. He ...idn’t say a word. She kissed him once again and, as her hand brushed against his groin, she turned and left. He stood there, almost glued to the spot, for a few minutes. He was lost; bewildered and an almost pathetic figure. He knew that she was going to get fucked but would it be with Jeff? He tried to rationalise the events of the previous night.. "I...want...to...sit...down. Don't you speak fucking English?" said theincreasingly irate woman.He got it this time. He barely noticed the glare the woman was givinghim as it dawned on him that he'd lost the ability to comprehend most ofthe chatter around him. He could still make out bits and pieces but mostof the background noise was just like the woman's first two requests -meaningless syllables that he heard but couldn't comprehend. Forgetabout gastro, now he was scared that he was. The room was large for a study. There was a cupboard filled with books on one wall next to a desk before the room opened up into a circular area. There were artifacts and gallery art. But what made the others gasped was a ball of gray energy in the center of the room. It’s held in a glass container on a small pillar of marble. ‘What is that? Is that what I think it is?’ asked Pixie. ‘Indeed, you-all know that there were originally three stones? Well, Drackor didn’t have time to create a. “Now explain in medias res to me.” And she grabbed my cock.“Whoa. Uh, what?”“Stress-free. Now, come on, play along.”She motioned to everyone else. Everyone was just as nude as we were, doing something sexual while doing some work. They looked productive.“Wow. Uh, in medias res. Can you help me on that one?” I asked.“Of course. It’s when the book starts in the middle of the story.”“Oh yeah.” She beat me off with skill. Still, distractions.We talked a bit over the tragedies on the quiz, but I.