Does that make sense to you?”“Zeke, it makes good sense, and, by the way, please call me Bart. You’re older than I am.”“Can’t do that ‘c...use you’re the Bossman, and besides, I ‘spect you too much. Just wouldn’t be right.”Bart smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll accept your reasons. Now, before we talk to Bonnie, what’s the fastest way to get to Chicago. I need to take care of some business fairly urgently, but I’ll be coming back.”“Don’t rightly know, but the Sheriff will, or can find out. We do have. He had strong broad shoulders, lean hips, a tight ass, and large hands.My thoughts would stray as I looked at his hands. Was it true that largehands meant a large dick?His skin was the color of a creamy caramel latte. Everyday I thoughtabout how I loved whipped cream with my latte, and how I would enjoylicking that whipped cream off his rock hard stomach. The thought almostbrought my tongue out to seductively lick my lips, but I always stoppedmyself, afraid of what others on the bus would think. "As we've said for a very, very long time. The true Gods would spew up such a monster as Styphon. Now you have full knowledge of the perfidy of the priests of the False God. Your father might have been our enemy, but no man deserves to be killed by poisonous, back-stabbing vermin like the maggots of Styphon." I have fought in three battles against your men, Count. I was shot twice in the head and the third time I fell off my horse. I am not well. Please, I will give you hostages. Count Xitki. The Master Beast now turned and walked to the end of the mattress now getting up atop it and sending his sucker mouths snaking their way atop it under where Olleda lay strapped into the two slings and further up they snaked and writhed forth. Suddenly the two of them lurched upwards and latched themselves onto both of her nipples and tit flesh sending Olledas head to throw itself up and scream out in having them done this.Carletta and Andrea both shot off the mattress to each side and sat down.