'Frederick Nielsen.' I didn't expect to find much, butimmediately I noticed a picture of his handsome face. He had his own webpage and apparently he w...rks as an art critic. He writes reviews of artexhibitions for various papers and magazines. He has had jobs working atmuseums and galleries all around the world, but now it seemed like he wassettling down. The last time he worked abroad, according to the resum? onhis site, was four years ago. He mentioned that he had a daughter, somaybe she was. There was no need to frustrate her fragile sanity by making a complicated affair out of ordering breakfast. ‘Are you ready to order?’ A young waiter, who seemed just as tired as Honor, looked at her and waited expectantly. ‘Ummm…waffles, scrambled eggs, and large orange juice.’ She mumbled the sentence feebly, surprised the waiter was able to understand. ‘You want any type of fruit on your waffles?’ He scribbled furiously on his pad. The question brought Honor’s tired yet gutter, driven mind. She glared at him with rage filled eyes. She couldn't even think to respond as he slid down the straps of her tunic, leaving them at her sides, only caring about baring her breasts. Her voice broke on a moan as he sucked her nipple into his demanding mouth. His hand was suddenly between her legs, pressing against her through the damp fabric.He stripped off his loincloth revealing a thick cock; dark with passion. His eyes traced the lush curves of her, and she blushed from the undisguised lust. He looked down at the heart that was as perfect as the day he had given it to a tiny little dragoness, with a trembling hand he brushed the hair out of his face "I need to go to Zara." Connor smiled "then how about shaving, putting some food in your stomach and giving yourself a chance to shake off that hang over that's been dogging you all these months."Nedra purred softly in the silent room, Fuzz got up from where he was curled asleep next to Mar and padded over to Nedra, rubbing and purring.