He grabbed a Fendrian, who was looking over his shoulder noticing the Half Dai too late.”Have you seen a Nul?”“We chased that brute all the way ...o that pirate ship and then it opened fire. The Nul and many others are ashes. Let me go!”Dimon did let the pelted Fendrian go and he too turned. He had lost, the Gray Nul was dead. Killed by Thermo blasts from the Silver Streak. Their crew probably still waiting for their feisty captain to return, nervous and trigger happy. Shooting at anything that. I had been extremely turned on all evening as we dined in this rather posh restaurant in the harbour area, separated from the water’s edge by a road that was closed to traffic during the evenings. We were seated at a table next to the road with many people passing. It was fantastic just to sit and people-watch. Most were fairly well dressed, and most of the women were dressed for the night out; some were ultra-sexy. This harbour area becomes a real playground with its many bars and clubs.We had. One step above vanilla. Hardly the act of an experienced 'master' though. It sounds like I'll need to show you the ropes.”“Yeah, I'm no master” he admitted.“That's quite alright. In fact, this works out rather well. The truth is, I'm not into being dommed. Quite the opposite, really.”An electric chill went down Lance's spine as he swallowed involuntarily.“Oh... hahaha...” He laughed like a scared idiot as he wondered what he'd gotten himself into.Miranda gazed at him with a wicked smile. She. Etc.I wondered if I looked more like a left fielder than he looked like a psychiatrist. Probably."I think I am going to give myself a couple of extra points for advising you and Juniper to talk yesterday," he said. "Maybe I'll write you up in a scholarly paper ... Anonymously, of course." You did good, Doc," I agreed."Look at her!" Mendelssohn said, holding both Juniper's hands -- the splinted one gingerly -- and beaming (up) at her face. "She looks a thousand times better than on Wednesday!".