I felt more drunk than hung over.Why is my alarm going off?I hit the reset button on my watch to silence the incessant device. It was then I remembere... I had to stand duty today. I felt a small ping of self-satisfaction knowing that I had enough intelligence to set my alarm yesterday. I lifted my wrist and struggled to focus on the numbers.0630. I had an hour to get to the ship, shave, change, and make muster. Not a lot of time and I needed to move. I started to roll out of bed but found that I. The guard left the room and closed the door behind him.Lord Emerion looked like the twin of High Lord Daeron, same build, eye, and hair color, even the same clothes. The similarities stopped there: where Daeron was gaunt from stress and age, Emerion had the fullness of youth and vitality, where Daeron had a single sword at his hip, Emerion sported two curved shortswords, favored by most Elfenkind, on each hip. There was no circlet of platinum, for Emerion was not of the royal family.The female. Her cunt drove me wild. Who was the slave of whom?"He likes going out with you," Ronnie told me one afternoon with a thick strand of my jism hanging from the corner of her mouth. This was just after spending a quarter hour trying to stuff my prick down her throat."I think you're the only guy he ever meets who doesn't try to kiss his ass." No, I fuck his wife's ass," I answered."He thinks you're a real 'man's' man. Told me the other night he had more fun driving around with you than he's had in. Carrie was out of the hospital in two weeks, with entry-level calluses on her hands from wheeling (often far too fast) through the corridors, and her shoulders were giving gentle hints of eventually mimicking those of a competitive butterfly-stroke swimmer. When she was discharged, Gail and a specialty-motors fellow met her with the new van, outfitted for a wheel to operate -- hydraulic ramp and door, special controls, the works -- and (pure bureaucratic idiocy!) NO special training or license.