They come from another world, seeking to learn of our land, and to trade with our people. They have many wondrous things, and much new knowledge to sh...re with us. We were all in one of their new things, a kind of boat that floats through the clouds. The storm took us, and threw us down on a hill by where your people found us, breaking our air boat. We had but started on our return voyage, when your men found us and brought us here." Do these strange ones not speak our tongue?" One of them has. Sophie watched Pippa as she went to the counter and ordered more coffee. Admiring the perfect little bottom encased in sweat pants, Sophie started to relax. Perhaps Pippa had turned away so quickly she hadn’t noticed her flaming red bottom in the shower. Pippa put the cups down and for the first time looked serious. “Sophie... I couldn’t help but notice... In the shower...” Pippa couldn’t get the words out. Pippa listened intently as Sophie, pleased to have someone to talk to, threw caution. I take my time, try to commit everything to memory, his flavour, the scent of his maleness, his shape, the way he fits inside my mouth and throat. When I have satisfied my immediate desire, I stand back up and release all the connectors from his restraints. I still have not allowed for his release, that will come later, when I am done with him. I lead him back to the bed, have him lie down over the wedge again. I pick out a paddle, wooden and fairly wide one too. I explain how this is going to. That had lain between them since their first night together."Why now? I mean ... why are you asking me to explain now?" Donnie asked.Katie considered his question for a moment."It was Rory. I knew he was dying, but you did something to him. I'm still not even sure how he got there and you seemed surprised as well. You did something to heal him and then there was the tattoo on his leg – it was the same as the one on your shoulder. I've noticed that Heather has one too, but her's is different.".