Afterall, she and Danatavius had just met. Their brief, if passionate, meetingwas just a diversion. Yes, a diversion. She let her finger trail along t...erugged spine of a thick, leather-bound book. Then something dawned on her."Return...? Oh, I need to get dressed. Erm. Undressed. Whatever." Sheblushed a bit, but the mage merely laughed."If you so desire, though I can tell you like that form. And it fits you." Ugh. Stop trying to compliment me when I'm trying to be assertive, Dan!"she chuckled.. The sad part was the only thing we could do with it was spread it out in a field several miles away from the town for now. A better method of dealing with sewage was coming. At least it would be better than dung pits at the end of each street.Manure was manure; all over Asia and in other parts of the world human crap was used for manure to improve crop output. In America we call it sludge; at least we treated it before in was injected into the ground on farm land.I had read that New York and. I want to know everything about your dream secretary, the one you know you've thought about, but haven't told anyone about," she purred, a bit irritated as the physiological effects of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice on her body made her request sound more suggestive than she had intended."Well, I'd say you're pretty much my dream secretary already, Alani," he responded, taking a second to indulge his lizard brain once more with a lingering glance up and down her sexy figure. He knew she noticed. For the next few days I couldn’t wait to get home to continue our MSN flirting, and by the fourth night my patience started to pay off. The private pictures she sent me were flirtatiously revealing. Nothing too much just a hint of what could be in store if I played my cards right. A shot of her in a mini skirt with just a hint of her panties showing, and a tight fitting top with just the edges of her dark nipple contrasting against her light skin. I blew my load within minutes of looking at.