But it was absolutely forbidden to eat the ranch dressing in the refrigerator. Her older brother was allowed to curse like a sailor, but if we so much...as uttered the word "crap, " her mother tore into us, insisting that "ladies don't talk like that." And it was fine if we stayed up until 2 in the morning but we weren't allowed to use the telephone. Weird rules. When I first got there and noticed that the fold-out couch in the living room was made up into a cozy-looking bed, I made as if to jump. 'My God! Why did I do that?' I chastisedmyself quickly stepping down the stairs. As had happened before, at aboutthe half way point came the blurred vision and I found myself standing atthe lowest step, looking at a empty, dusty unkempt room.I glanced back up the stairs and adjusted myself, strangely, I had becomearoused. I shook my head and walked to a window, staring through it'sdistorted glass. Outside, the little house was surrounded by the tall weedsof spring.Gone was the loving feeling. We..."Matarn's eyes grew wide when he felt the prick of the razor sharp blade press against the soft flesh under his jaw. Dysea was directly in front of him now, her emerald eyes outlined in black and her lips curled back over her fangs. Her arm was extended, holding the Wood Elf Shakur ritual fighting knife in its position. The blade had moved from the sheath on her thigh to its present position in less than a single blink of an eye. The men with Matarn had not seen anyone ever move so. "Orange". "I don't have that yet" she answered, and showed me half a dozen elastics on her wrist. "I can give you one" I told her, and I could feel my dick standing up as though he knew we were talking about him. Without blinking she put her hand under my kilt, grabbed my cock and gently removed an elastic. "Thank you" she said. "Just that?", I asked, "No kiss, no nothing?" "Oh of course", and in a second I could feel her tongue inside my mouth. "There you go, thanks", she said. I laughed. That.