He was a lanky, lean Elven man who somehow, despite being an Elf, managed to look old. He wore a rough spun tunic in shades of brown and mustard, and ...is flaxen hair hung across his brow where it escaped the tail it was tied back in. It was strange to see an Elf with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the creases at the corners of his mouth were from the constant frowns of the long-suffering. When his wife came out from the kitchens, it became apparent what had aged the poor man who. I suppose I should just take it off. Maybe then I won't feel so guilty when I'm wiping my fingers through Tiger's sticky goo." Of course you should take it off. There's no question about that. You've told me that you've told Sweetie that you're going to be his 'centerfold mom.' And not just today or next week, but, and I quote, 'forever and ever.' Again, I ask you, what's more important to you than serving him, and constantly servicing his demanding cock?" Well, nothing." Are you or are you not. I have been there, and seen it. It has been there for three years now. This year, The Tyler Mustangs Freshman Football Team will TAKE that trophy from them, and make it ours”. Silence is finally broken as the whole room erupts in cheers— “Now---you four b o y s over there, come here. Get ur asses in here in the team. These are you team managers. They are every bit a part of this team as you. That's Will, Corey, Dustin, and Hunter. These are the b o y s that at every game will sling you. What do you think it will fetch?”“Two. Maybe two-and-a-half. Who knows?”“Where will you go?” Michiko asked.“In town. The CBD. Where I might walk to the Museum.”“That will be another change.”“Not as much as the one I’m involved in.”“True. May I change topics?”“Of course.”“Dinner? How hungry are you?”“Medium. Could we go someplace simple?”“Pizza? Michiko, could you stand that?”“Of course. Crust is OK, not Gusto, please.”“Too non-Italian?”“Peking duck pizza is nothing I want to try.”“You’re.