Marco is not there and neither is Beppe. The young girl from reception tells us when the pony and cart is to leave for the village, and I go to fetch ...y paints and pad. I dress in a flowing skirt, loose blouse and take my wide brimmed hat, packing sunblock too. The pony and cart are decked out with flowers and rattles off along the uneven road down to the village.The village is even prettier than the pictures in the tourist pamphlet, and the whitewashed houses leading down to the harbour are. She turned on her flameless candle on her bedside table, casting a soft dim glow over the room and removed her glasses.She hadn’t been asleep for long when a soft noise woke her. “Scritch…scritch, scratch.” She shrugged it off, turning over onto her back and attempting to go back to sleep.“Scritch….scriiiitch.” Her eyes opened, irritated. It sounded as if it were…coming from beneath her bed.Amy sat up, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness of the room. “There’s…there’s something under my bed,” she. .. ah...” His eyes had lifted from one paper to her face and he had made the mistake of many men not raised on Aquios, who had not realized that looking into Vynn’s face as they were accustomed meant looking into her breasts, considering the height difference. And to Vynn’s complete and utter amusement, the tech-priest turned as red as his robes as he looked at the swell of her chest, straining against her blue coat and black shirt. She put her hands on her hips and did thrust out ever so. I just hadbuy Sergio a drink with your hard earned money after that. Does thatturn you on?" she asks rubbing the plate of my chastity belt."I'm always turned on Ma'am." I replied truthfully, making her laugh."Please ma'am, I'm not asking for an orgasm, but can I ask how come Iget so few orgasms now? I mean, I've been doing everything I can to tryand please you Ma'am." Well I guess I can tell you, there's not much you can do about itanyways. A long time ago I found out you were much more.