Smyth. She had to thank her for their hospitality anyway.At last the door to the stone cottage swung back and a puffing Mrs. Smyth arrived home. Eliza...came out into the sitting room."Alright my dear," Mrs. Smyth said to Eliza, "what happened between you two. Your Kimi looks like he's just lost his favourite sheltie and he's swallowed his tongue. He really puts on a good sulk, doesn't he?" I... I can't talk about it," Eliza said, "I'm leaving and..." Aye, well it won't be today. There's only one. Besides, it just wasn’t the same. I really wanted to fuck him while he was awake.I got my chance the very next weekend. It didn’t quite work out 100% like I wanted, but you’ll see what I mean. We were hanging out at his place again that weekend, but most unusually, it was just the two of us. Beer pong with just two people just doesn’t have the same attraction as playing in a group, so instead, we played shot-for-shot. He didn’t realize it, but about half of the shots I was taking were water, so. . again."Why me? I mean, how had I screwed up my karma enough to deserve this?Adams led me into his office and closed the door. "Mr. Randahl, for a change you're not in trouble." What? Then why am I here? They started it!" Dammit, Tommy, you know that old excuse doesn't work!Adams sighed. "Unfortunately, Mr. Randahl, you've managed to earn the enmity of the son of a very rich and powerful family. I know Jason and his associates were responsible for what happened, but if I brought him down here. "I want her close to me, and she might grow up to play her own instrument. I wouldn't mind to see her playing saxophone someday."Bethany laughed. "I would have thought you'd want her to use guitar picks."My sister concubine turned and walked towards the recycler. Her shoulders shook and I realized that she was stifling laughter. Part of me wanted to chase her, but my stomach grumbled, so I moved to the small table that we used when eating alone and began eating the omelet Bethany had.