"You know, I'm not sure!" I confessed. "It's just a phrase I've heard my parents use at home in the Tower. I guess its supposed to mean the normal, co...fortable temperature."There was a small, sandy shore surrounding the stone and rock that rose to dizzying heights above us. We stopped long enough to break some food out of our packs and have a quick meal. I kept catching Flare and Sky with their heads turned up, staring at the impossibly smooth, sheer wall before us. We ate pork-stuffed bread. If that ever came out, folks would still assume that I’m a Nazi, even though I hate everything that National Socialism represents. Lester’s Jewish, I’m totally cool with that, and I hope that he never holds that against me, but it is still a dark shadow over my past. It is what it is. I’ve told Britta-Lise and she’s never held it against me. I don’t know if my grandfather committed any war crimes, but I wouldn’t be shocked either way,” I pointed out for my part, even as I watched my wife move. She did not heal herself completely, but closed the hole in her cheek, regrew her eye, and righted the damage done to the inside of her mouth. She left the open burns on her face, and didn’t attempt to regrow the hair on her head. She opened her half-charred lips, and croaked, “Water?”“No.” I shook my head apologetically. She closed her eyes, and let out another pained breath.“Why don’t you heal the rest of yourself?” I asked. “Can’t,” she answered tersely, “not powerful enough anymore. Need. He begged me not too. I looked down at his pathetic skinny body and thought I could have some fun here.I told him to stand up and hand me my knickers and to place both hands on his head. He did as he was told though reluctantly. Wow he had a stonker of a cock, the end was all wet with pre-cum and a good six-inches long with his balls all tightened up. I told him to pull his foreskin back and show me the glands. I had good look at his cock and still a virgin from what I know.'you like smelling.