Six looked up and stuck his knife through the back of his hand. "Fuck! We were until you made me do that."What is it with children and pocketknives?Si... jerked the knife out of the lobby floor and healed his hand.The guard said, "Is that being a god?" That's part of it," said Seven."I did that when I was a younker." He displayed a gnarled hand with a scar in the middle. Turning it over he showed Seven a scar just like it on the palm. "Good to know the gods can be stupid, too," the old guard. To sort of ... recharge my batteries.”“Do you ... do you think I’ll do okay at it? It’s so big.” She looked down at my heavy thick dick with a look of genuine fear.I held her head gently in my hands and looked deeply into her frightened eyes to reassure her. “Don’t worry, honey. Uncle Jeff would never do anything to hurt you. We’ll just take our time and go as slow as we need to. We’ve got all weekend to practice, Emma. I think by the end, you’ll be doing it better than any grown-up woman. I just knew it. By most accountsthough, I got off easy. I should have been happy, but... well, who caresnow? Not I. Not much. Okay, well still some. That's why I wanted avacation. So I turned off the car, pulled the keys from the ignition,climbed out, tossed the door closed, and walked into the mall."Closed?" I said aloud.I couldn't believe it. The travel agency had closed. I really liked thatagency. Jenn, the owner, always found me great deals and knew of placesoff the beaten path to visit. I. Kirsten put down her bag and considered her image in the mirror. An attractiveyoung woman in a dark blue, formal suit. The fabric was well chosen, she thought.It made her 5'2" figure look taller, without in any way detracting from thefull curve of her hips. The skirt was too long to show much leg, but her blackcourt shoes and black stockings displayed her ankles well. Further up, beneaththe dark blue, her white blouse looked efficient and businesslike, but alsosubtly emphasised the other full.