Most of the people who had emerged from our train were now on their way up, but I knew there’d be another train right along.“I’m sort of despera...e for a pee. D’ya mind if I go up first and meet you there? Say, in the ticket hall?” asked Diana.“Oh, sure! Yeah, no problem,” said Kate. Bless the UK for having (mostly) useable public toilets. I love my birth nation, the Netherlands, but we’re a bunch of fucking savages when it comes to providing public loos. In Paris you’ll find four hundred. “Of course everything leaves tracks. Did you never go hunting?”Limbur smacked Wintsun in a friendly manner. “Of course not, you know where I am from. Nothing ever leaves tracks in a big city on Duro Crete and slide ways.”Wintsun rubbed his side. “Yes I know your world. Three times the regular gravitation.”I shrugged. I guess if you look close enough you might even find tracks on Duro-Crete.”Narth said to me. “Will you tell me more about how you interpret tracks?”“Yes gladly but maybe we should. "That is a Sheikah Slate," said the voice once again, "take it..." Upon holding the slate, it flashed the image of the eye symbol and the door opened, revealing a chamber containing a few boxes and a chest.Zelda placed the slate in a pouch on her hip and walked into the next room, standing before the chest. She flipped the latch and opened up the stone container to find a white sundress inside. Seeing no other option, she slid it over her form and a pulled it through her small belt holding up. Terry had been a virgin when Serge took the boy as his fuck-bitch and ****d Terry’s tight little boy-ass. It had happened the first time the boy had been confined to his cabin during an overnight camping adventure. Taking the man’s big dick up his cherry asshole had hurt like hell and Terry had tried resisting the Man, but Serge had easily overpowered the boy. After Serge had completed his initial **** and deposited a steamy load of Man-scuzz up Terry’s butt-hole, he had stopped just long.