“Dinner was good,” I said, trying to keep things light.“Yeah, it was,” she replied softly.“Muireann’s so funny ... After asking the waitre...s what’s good, she goes and orders something totally different.”I was trying to lift the mood as much for my benefit as hers, because Frej was still advising me insistently in my head. Although it wasn’t really just Frej anymore. It was everything, slowly crawling out into the illumination of conscious thought. My holds weren’t working like they should, and. There was no one in any of the tribes that I knew; no one in any of the tribes that remembered a “Deetga”, a “Selka”, an “Eevan”, a “Navya”, a “Jovan”.You’ve heard it said that “you can’t go home”? Try living several lifetimes away and then try to go home. You literally can’t.So I gave up. I resumed my wandering with a vengeance. I crossed deserts, jungles, and endless savanna. I think I must have spent the better part of a millennium in Africa before crossing — via the farthest body-swap I had. “Surely Jean-Woodrow could read up on those books when he returns to Blanchards in late July, prior to taking the Sorbonne entrance exam?” I suggested.“I had hoped to have Jean-Woodrow well acquainted with many seminal French authors before he returns to Flanders.” Julianna bit her lip in vexation. “I should have realised that the insular English are reluctant to read any foreign writers in the language the works are written.”She thought for a moment. “There is nothing for it but that. I was smitten. We spoke and ate.After we finished, we went back into the kitchen to clear up. She put her apron back on and she offered to do the washing up. I said that I would do it but she insisted and I tied off the apron again, this time I got in a little too close, I couldn't help myself and she then felt my erection brush up against her. She looked over her shoulder and coyly smiled and gave a sly chuckle. I think that she really knew that I wanted to fuck her so much and I moved in.