The Halfling was a skilled artist, he noted. Her strokes with the quill were quick, smooth, and flawless. Two minutes later, the right cheek of his ...ister's butt bore a perfect copy of the design in the brand registry book, a three inch wide four-toed feline paw print with a willow tree inlaid inside the large primary pad. While she was busy repeating the process on Hansen's furry bottom, painting the Willowpaw design over the white fur of his treasure tail, Master Varo tightened Shaasta's. The guy looked somehow familiar, appropriately dressed in business suit similar to George’s own attire. The mention of Vegas had made his heart lurch into his throat and his mind frantically replayed all the faces he’d encountered over the last few days. Was this one of the local Government reps he’d met? He couldn’t place him from any of the boring meetings he’d attended. “I’m sorry? What’s this about? Do I know you?” He gabbled frantically trying to recall why this man was familiar and why. Being in the office they knew options were limited and leaving the room to find alternative, more comfortable accommodations would not be feasible or practical. Getting dressed right now was not high on their priorities with lust running their brains. Janet knew what she wanted but not how best to get it when John moved her to back against the desk. Janet deliberated for a moment on how best to go about this and decided to go with her favourite. Pulling back from the kiss and full body hug and. They were also law students. I had started moving weight in law school to supplement my income, and eventually started moving some of the weight to the East Coast, which tended to net a very good profit margin. I was pretty tight with my smuggler chums, and I think it had something to do with the fact that I had sort of a Cheech Marin moustache at the time. I think I kept them amused with my sense of humor as well. I was the editor of this ‘underground'(meaning we said ‘fuck’ in print).