Mein Schwanz spritzte fast von allein los, so geil hat mich das gemacht.Dann geschah das Unglaubliche: Frank stand auf und begann ungeniert, auf ihre ...otze zu pissen. Da mein Mund noch offen war, schmeckte ich neben diesem herrlichen Geschmack plötzlich auch seine Pisse. Dann zielte er den warmen Pissstrahl direkt in meinen Mund. Was nicht ins Gras spritzte, habe ich geschluckt. Er schien gar nicht mehr aufzuhören; ich habe so bestimmt einen halben Liter von seiner hellgelben Männerpisse. "Yeah," I said instead. "Me too."The last bit seemed appropriate somehow."What you up to?" I asked."Just work mainly," she said. "You?" Nothing much," I answered. "Mainly reading." Oh, anything good?" Some of it. Free internet fiction basically. Some of it's good, somenot so. I suppose that's the thing with freebies."We stood face to face for a few moments, neither of us saying anything."You really do need to come and get the rest of your stuff you know," Isaid, taking the opportunity to pass. My dress was figure-hugging, so I had to step closer to the horse to try to 'accidentally' tangle a piece of it in the harness.The horse looked up suddenly several times and he could have torn it off too soon. I tried to hang my dress on the harness, but it was too tight. Finally, one of the other horses ran next to him and he immediately looked up. I saw that he was about to run, so I quickly grabbed a piece of my dress and put it in the harness.Right after that, the horse started running. And. "That means we're actually allowed an additional 18, when we come of age. We can foster them." Foster?" Tribune Whitefeather blinked. "How would that work?" Technically, they're still 'sponsored', or 'owned', or whatever you want to call it, by the Civil Service. But as long as they're in our pods, they're treated as family. If they're still with us when we reach 14, we'll consider offering them our sponsorship. Granted that's one year, two months, twelve days, fourteen hours and forty-four.