“Well, the hope is,” she said.The two women were sitting in the booth at everybody’s favorite foodery, Pearl’s. The burgers were consumed and ...n the process of being digested. Anna Claiborne was stirring her coffee; she took a little milk no sugar as a rule.“How did he look?” said Anna.“Thin, weak, tired: I don’t know. He looked like he was in prison, a very bad place, especially that place,” said Lea. Anna nodded.“I gotta get up there to see him one of these days,” she said. “You think that. While he was chowing down I contemplated if I knew any ‘Dr. Doolittle’ spells. I didn’t know any know-all-languages spells, but I did have a way to learn one language or talk to one animal. I tried my talk-to-a-mule spell. My eyes crossed and I damned near fell over from balancing on two feet instead of four like a rational person. The clover smelled delicious! I grinned. That was pretty cool.I rubbed down Atlas (hey, it was his name.) as I talked to him. I said that I wanted him to carry a. Shit. Those idiots, she thought they'd learned their lesson about giving an extra dose of tranquilizer to the ones that look like they could rip your head off. Now they'd fucked it up royally. If they were lucky, they would manage to pump the creature full of enough bullets to bring it down before it got loose in the building, and she would have a corpse to deal with rather than a catch and release. Failing that, her best chance to survive intact was to get to the armory and gear up as soon as. We lick each other clean, as we won't have time to shower. "How much time have we got left on our break?" I ask him. We had been given two hours, and I had no idea how long we had been at it. "We have about an hour left." he said as he set the alarm on his watch. It was difficult in a hospital bed, but we spooned each other, he was behind me, and I felt his cock nudge me between the cheeks of my ass. He draped one arm over me and possessively cupped my mound, gently rubbing the outer.