The Patriarch continued to speak, his loud voice echoing throughout the room. It had the acoustic qualities of a cathedral. Xhe translated for his ben...fit, leaning down to whisper to him. The Patriarch gestured towards Dennis with his claws, the golden thimbles that adorned them catching the light from the ornate chandeliers.“May I introduce you all to Ambassador Carlisle, our envoy from the Earth territory. He is lubricating the gears of the relationship between Earth and Elysia, so to speak.. Like only once in the centuries old "la Perverchère", at the top of a long slow sloped hill with a lawn like in Londons Wimbledon.For atmosphere and a more even distrution among both sexes, we both prefer those in France, like 'her' EGC of 1987 at another Campus:: Baking in the late Spring or early Summer sun, several séduisantes Françaises, des amies des joueurs dans les salles dedans, leurs soeurs et pétites filles en bikini, monokini ou complètement sans! Car nous sommes entre nous, en. I saw her briefly at Christmas; we kissed, on the cheek, and hugged but I could feel the wall between us now. I could feel the sense of being apart and, somewhere inside me, I cried. She asked me out on New Year's Eve but I had to leave just after Christmas, we had a bowl game on January 1st and I had to be with the team.After that, e-mails tapered down to once a month, phone calls too ... and then, in May, they stopped altogether. I knew she'd moved on ... and I knew I wasn't ready to.I did. She began unbuttoning her long black coat. "I thought I'd bring you an early Christmas present," she said smiling. She stood by the Christmas tree, its lights bathing her in flecks of fairy light, and opened her coat wide. "Do you like it?" She let her coat slide to the floor. "Would you like to unwrap it now?" Oh..." Jack gasped in wonder and desire. His wife stood naked before him. A broad red ribbon wrapped under armpits and was tied in a big bow under her breasts, the two tails hung down.