‘What are you gonna do since you aren’t goin’ home?’ I asked. Silly question but I never was very good at small talk. ‘A bunch of us girls a...e going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck … what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation.’ ‘Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?’ ‘Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are rockin’! I can’t wait to go to Whiskey Blue. It’s supposed to. With Hayley now sat beside me I call her husband and instruct him to bring her things over to us. He gets out clutching a holdall that I know is filled with the items from The List. As he arrives at the car door he is able to look across at where his wife now sits, the tiny leather skirt unzipped allowing her thighs to spread wide apart and my fingers to discover just how wet her married cunt is. She has been told to look the other way – there is to be no contact between husband and wife, not. On a different note, one of the things I hate is when an author introduces something late in the series that leaves the reader wondering why it was never mentioned before. Yet it is now something I am seriously considering, and I’d like to hear your feedback about it. I’m thinking of introducing the idea that orc cocks are self lubricating, and that this precum has aphrodisiacal powers. If I ever do go back and rewrite Zentara and Rebellion, I can work it in there, but would you be put off if. " So what do we do?" We have to stay here until the water goes down. That may be tomorrow." What about the cottage I've hired? They'll be expecting me. Oh! What's the time?"Gary looked at his watch. Seven o'clock or three minutes past to be exact." I was supposed to collect the keys between four and six. They'll be wondering where I am." What's the cottage?" Moor View. Mrs Thomas. I have the number on my mobile..." Which is in your locked car on the other side of the river... Never mind. I know.