You might enjoy them. I could introduce you to Borealan bathing culture.”“Yeah, that sounds good,” Dennis replied.“They are some distance away... Because of the Patriarch’s refusal to share any of his technology I do not have my own shuttle. When I come down from the pole, I have to use an atmospheric craft, it is many multiples slower. Perhaps I can arrange the use of the shuttle on this occasion if his favorite ambassador requires transport and nobody else is making use of it because of the. ‘You stole it, you bitch. I order you to tell me the bank, the account number, everything.’ In anger, he will struggle to remember my secret terse code that should make me submit to his orders once uttered. ‘Feline fingers furiously fuck fowls,’ my husband will say again and again as if it would affect me, as if it were a programmed code that could be told to me. I will laugh and giggle lost in a future world. He will stand wanting to throw the table over. It will be too heavy. Mr. Green’s. ”“Is the food so bad?” He turned, not angry, not bemused. “You have everything one could want, you need only ask.”“Don’t you understand, I don’t want anything!” A tear betrayed her, “I want my family.”“I cannot do that, unless you wish them the same fate as yourself.” He turned away. “Sit, and we’ll discuss these things cordially.”She planted her feet, “I’m done playing by your rules.”He glanced at her, those kind eyes that haunted her. “My name is Prince Kalen II. I am a vampire, and the son. On the side note, my FIL and MIL doesn't have perfect marriage, so in back of my mind I had always wondered how sexless is her life. I would love to bang her to fill her sexual needs. My MIL had serious migraine yesterday and called my wife if she can come over to have me massage her. Knowing how bad they get for her, my wife agreed for me. When she came over, I had her lay on bed in our guest room. She rolled her shirt up to her shoulders laying face down. I asked her to remove one of her top.