.. as such. I was thinking of a closeup, for example, of your navel as someone poured some runny honey into it.”“Kinky! I like it, haha. Just my n...vel or other places?”“Other places, yes, but not the places you don’t want, no.”“Okay. Messy, but okay.”“Er, there’s a little more to the idea.”“There is? What more kinky shit you been cooking up now?” Lia teased as she sipped water, beer not being the best drink to accompany qulfi.“Sprinkles.”Lia sniggered. “Really?”“Really. Sprinkles over the. He picked up his suitcase, the keys to the car and her one remaining outfit and went inside the cabin. Just before he went inside, he turned to her and told her, “I’m going to bed for the night. You will sleep outside here on the ground. It’s over 20 miles to the nearest place with any hint of civilization and you won’t make it far in your current condition. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t forget breakfast in the morning. Then we can really get started on the honeymoon.” He. Both men slid down from their horses' backs and tied the reins to a post."Good morrow, Pelle," Hunold answered. "Can we talk?" Why, yes," Pelle answered. "Come in, both of you, and share breakfast with us!" Don't mind if I do," Hunold grunted. They followed Pelle in."Hunold, this is Marja. She is tending the cabin. Her brother Matthias is my apprentice." I heard that you have taken in two orphans." He looked at the girl, clearly worried. "Does Ingeburg know about the girl? I mean, she's a. But I set some limits.“You like saying ‘no’, don’t you? No--oo--oo, this, no--oo-oo that,” I mocked. “I don’t like the sound of ‘no’. I’m too politically correct to deal with that. You want something from me, you better ask for it all nice and clear.”“Yes, ma’am.”I gave her a nice slap on the cheek, on the face. Okay, I’m not so politically correct, but we have to make allowances. Anyway, she did.“Yes, mistress,” she purred. She was looking quite radiant, on both cheeks. I think the feel of my.