If you do not like such stories or are one of those individuals that can’t distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality STOP reading now. ...lso don't fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the individuals in the story are or about the people who read or write this style of story. This is meant for those looking to take some enjoyment out this tale and not for those looking to recreate the circumstances of the story. For those that fall into the first category please. ”“How long do we have to stay in our rooms?” Tim, Lorraine’s effeminate chinchilla boy, asked.“You don’t have to. You’re free to roam the house and the outside as much as you want, whenever you want. It can be the middle of the night, you can run laps around the house if you want. The only rules are to stay on the property, don’t make messes, and don’t disturb others.”The new hybrids were all in a state of shock. They had all grown up in the zoo, spending their lives behind fences. The idea of. He added that his room had two comfortable queen size beds, I looked at Ana and I guessed she was delighted with the idea of sharing a room with such an elegant black manwe made our way to the hotel. I told Jonathan the dinner was on me; because he would not let me pay for the room. We checked in at the hotel and then went to have dinner outside.It was a nice meal; but Anita was playing it very cool.Jonathan had a confuse look on his face; as I told her in the plane that my sensual wife loved. Prince came bounding over to lick my hand and promptly sat on my boot, as usual. I was bewildered. ‘What? And where are the Grey Wardens?’ Leliana tried to stop laughing, succeeding only for a few words at a time, until Zevran finally took over. ‘Aedan is over there, by the stream.’ He pointed to the south. ‘Alistair is over there, last I checked trying to chop down a tree with his bare hands. We thought it best to separate them before someone got hurt.’ ‘Huh?’ I’m always so articulate. Zevran.