.. but Mary...Yes, 'but Mary' rang through with clarity in his mind, like a church bell on a quiet Sunday morning. He added a billy of the correct qua...tity of water on top of the cooker, knowing the cooker would take some time to accrue heat, and he may as well use all the heat as it was initially produced. Meanwhile, he studied this colt like figure who was sitting in front of him half way through reading The Tactics of Mistake which he had found at St Vinnie's, Wednesday afternoon. It was in. He massaged her feet. They felt better than they had all day. When he lay beside her, she worked up enough energy to respond to his kiss.“I love this,” he said, “but dinner isn’t going to cook itself.” As if she hadn’t had to tell him that! But his greeting had been delightful.So was dinner. He’d made an extra effort. This was truly coming home. She dozed while he cooked, and she woke to his “Dinner is served.”“Mmm,” she said after she’d tasted the meal, “I think I’ll keep him.”“You have been. The bliss was broken up with the words of our Mistress."Stevie ... I want you to wash your cum down rickiee's throat with your hot piss offering! You're to do it now ... and you are to empty your bladder." Rickiee, you are to drink every last drop of Stevie's hot salty piss. You are not to lose even one tiny drop, or I will cane your ass until you can't stand it anymore."Suddenly, I felt a blast of hot piss squirt out of Stevie's cock and into my mouth. He pissed and pissed and pissed. His piss. Our transporter technician was really hopping as he hurried to keep everybody supplied with ammunition.The natives fired their shotguns at a prodigious rate. They were, understandably, very afraid of the devil dogs and tended to shoot as soon as one came into sight. We needed to get them more firepower, it just took too many hits with the shotgun pellets to kill a devil dog. However, we would have to worry about that after the battle!We were attacked in two more waves before the bad guys gave.