Are you satisfied with your quarters?" Yes, Nauticus. Did you find room for my Guard detachment?" Indeed, my Prince. We cleared a room amidships for t...em. It's just hammocks, but it'll do for a few days."Suddenly Macro remembered Anais. "We'll need a separate room for the column leader."The Master Nauticus looked flabbergasted for a second. "Forgive me, Prince, but I did not expect ... Nobody told me, really..." It is all the same, my Prince," Anais stated. "I do not ask for special treatment.". " Baby--look. Look at me." I look into his deep dark face. All these issues you have. Trust me, we'll get there. But we need to learn to love like normal people first. Take care of each other." But I already do love you so much daddy!" And I start to hug him. But before I do...SMACK. Right in my face! I bleed a little where my big teeth cut my lip. But I wanted him to do that, so it's okay."Goddamnit Hannah I told you to stop with this shit. This shit is fucked up!" I’m sorry…". She called, we chatted and chatted, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. By the time the call was over, we'd arranged to meet. My nerves kicked into gear with myriad questions looming. My brain rushed to the scene in which I wanted to undress her. I was that besotted with her voice and a small, passport-style photo.However, in addition to my patent gaucheness in such matters, I have a spinal impairment. As I've outlined it doesn't weaken certain 'parts' but whilst I can disguise things to an extent,. I'll let you know if I hear anything useful."Another customer pointed Nolan out to Alexander Beall. The man was sitting slumped over at a small table with his head down on his folded arms. Beall sat and put his pewter mug of brown ale down a little harder than he had to.Jamey Nolan raised his head and opened one eye."Mr. Nolan?" asked Beall."Right, right." Nolan pulled himself up to a more or less upright position, pushed his hair back and looked at his empty cup."You need one?" I'd 'ppreciate.