So mean and horrible.”“That was just you trying to cope. You were pushing away anyone who tried to love you, you were too angry.”“I’m not an...ry right now,” she smirked.“Maybe I spanked the devil out of you.”“Maybe you need to keep doing it. Although, I think I’ll be sleeping on my stomach tonight.”I laughed at that. “Yeah, maybe so. We might have to get something other than that belt.”“Whatever you think I need.”“I think you need… to apologize to your mom.”“Yeah… shit… I don’t know what to. Fergus. I like that name," the gnome said."You would be Mr. O'Seanassaigh then?" Fergus asked."It's as good a name as any," the gnome replied, noncommittally."We can supply the transportation," Patrick assured us with a grin. "How much ale can you supply?" We can supply the equivalent of fifteen barrels a week or thirty Kilderkin to start," the gnome told them. (Ale barrels hold 36 imperial gallons and a Kilderkin is half that.)"Yes, the kil (Kilderkin) might be best - not too heavy to move by. He had a bit wheat brown complexion but stunning face, voluptuous lips, hazel colored deep eyes and a long neck that could hardly be seen in Asian people. He looked handsome manly but I think it was unfair to say that he was 100 % manly.He positively had a slight touch of femininity in his stature especially below his belt. A bit too nice looking curves to his ass which were not bubbly large but surely on the fuller side and it wobbled when he walked around. Sure sexy and inviting for attention. We’re both tired and hungry. And I feel like my brain’s fried. I think a good dinner and an early night will do both of us a world of good.’ He patted her hand, letting his rest upon hers. ‘I do have some good news for you. I rescued your bag and your purse from the lab. They’re in my trunk.’ Kaylee smiled. Just the thought of clean underwear and her own brush helped to make her feel good, until she thought about Tina again. Gabe saw her smile and then saw the instant she started thinking of.