“It took a day to teach Gerome how to light the damn pilot lights. That boy is the least mechanical male human being I ever met. I’m pretty sure h... can do it though,” Tommy said after his day of hard work. He seemed to have things up and going.“So why am I here?” I asked.“The installation was two days ago. Lucinda has been busy with her baking experiment. It seems that before she feeds them to the MMA thugs, she wants to try them out of us,” He explained.“Okay, let’s give it a try. And Tommy be. We’d spent dozens of man-hours on the stupid rumours, and yet nothing was found. If there had only been one or two reports, I could have put it off to coincidence, but too many people had seen, or heard, something unusual. It was making everyone antsy – suddenly Alistair and I had double guard complements everywhere we went, and the guards on duty were as jumpy as rabbits.It had been several days of this when we finally got our first clue – and it was pretty much diagnostic. Levi opened up a. "Will she be okay?" Physically she's fine. There was some bruising, but otherwise nothing permanent. From what some of the officers told me, she's lucky to be intact or even alive, but I'm sure they were exaggerating." Why would you say that?" Well, the officers claimed that the man was endowed beyond anything normal. If he actually was, he should have torn her up. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but..." he adopted that look parents will when talking to a knowing teen, "She should avoid. We’re not going there now anyway. This isn’t me asking you to describe the two of us. It’s me asking you to see your writing, and you’re offering to write one for me. Not about me. For me. Give me a bush, if you want. Pull my hair and spank me. It’s not me anyway. It’s some fictional chick you’re creating so that I can read your stuff. And get off to it.” “You serious?” “Damn serious. You think I’m going to read some smut that you write and not take care of myself? Think again.” “I didn’t.