"They guy who wrote them died a few months back. I love detective stories and his were some of the best." What else do you like, Jason?" Leslie asked....ason shrugged."A lot of things, I guess," he said. "The only things I really hate are Brussels sprouts." How about mini golf?" Leslie tried."I've never tried it," Jason answered with another shrug. "I've played real golf once. I won't do it again unless it's at gunpoint. But I think mini golf might be cool." We should plan on a rousing game. I felt my sphincter tighten up involuntarily and was afraid she'd thrust in then... my whole body was shaking with fear. But she just held it there, until my asshole relaxed, then she pushed against it just a tiny bit, at which point it went taught again, and again she stopped and held it there. My bunghole relaxed again, and she pushed it into my ass just a little. My butt clenched again and this time it hurt a little, because it couldn't close all the way as the tip of her erect penis was in. "Claustrophobia, I think. And perhaps ... missing privacy." Privacy?" Mmmm. I miss it too." I turned to press my front against Alistair's chest, enjoying his warmth, and ran my hands over his broad shoulders. "I miss you." I nuzzled my face into his neck. "Sometimes I think I'll lose my mind if I don't get some time alone with you."He pulled me close, one hand splayed on my lower back, one cradling my neck. "I know what you mean. Once we get back to Orzammar, the minute we have a door we can. We're smoking 50 buck Havanas that even the Yanks can't get because of their Cuban trade embargo. We've just released a CD internationally that looks like it'll start to chart soon in the US - the most challenging market in the World. I think it's an appropriate time for the blues, Mick," he grinned."Oh, yeah!" Mick laughed, before sprinting for his Ovation acoustic guitar.Meanwhile, Karen and Junior were out and about. They decided to go for a morning hike around the coast with lunch packed.