She still wasn’t ready, at least enough to say one way or another.“It’s ok, I’ll still be here, you don’t have to tell me right now. What ti...e is it?” Chandra looked relieved and sad at the same time. Seeing this, I had to say something, “Chandra,” I said to get her attention. When she looked up at me, I put down my bowl of stew that she hadn’t given me much time to eat.“I’m will be here for you when you decide. Take your time and do what you think is best for you. Ok?” Gently. I kept it gentle. ”“Terse? Gimme a break.”“I swear you will not be harmed, Clara. But I do wish to speak.” She almost worded it as an order, but she knew Clara, like any of the Uratha in Avery’s pack, would respond to even the most logical order with resistance. Better to ask, and save herself the headache. “Please.”Clara eyed her suspiciously, but after another sniffle, shrugged and nodded. “Fuck it, fine. The fuck do I have to lose.”“Bloodlust? Really?” No doubt the woman felt self conscious about her. She resolutely told herself that it was Dick in the dream, even though he had Morgan's features. That coupled with Dick's making love to her in the behind! Men didn't do that with women! Or did they? She wished life was that simple -- that men and women could just make love any old way they wanted and enjoy it. Perhaps some did. In her case she knew it was wishful thinking anyway. She wasn't normal, she knew it now. It was all well and good to have a dream where you reached a climax two. Vinita seemed quite concerned. She arrived back in the bedroom with an arm full of towels and a bowl of ice. She asked me to point to the spot. I did but a tad closer to my cock than the real epicenter of my pain.“You’ll have to slip your shorts off Alex.”“Okay.” I grimaced.I undid the knotted chord, lifted my butt and grimaced again as I hooked my fingers into the waistband. “Oh stop. Let me help you.” She noticed my pain.“I feel so terrible, first you carry that dresser practically all by.