“Not to be a dick,” I said, “But what do I have to do for this kite?”“I’m gonna need you to get me off,” he said, “Twice.”“Excuse ...e?” I replied.“What I really want is to fuck that ass of yours,” he clarified, “But I’ll accept a good blow job.”“You know I'm not gay right?”“It’s not about that,” he said, “I’m not gay either. But I have been locked up for seven years with five more to go. Masturbation gets old.”“You’ll have to let me think about this,” I said after a long pause. The problem was. Because he and one of the other mid-level clerics couldn’t be resurrected because they failed their “resurrection chance” save, they can’t resurrect that guy ... which means the body was in a bad enough state that Raise Dead, which requires a mostly whole body, wouldn’t cut it.“Thank you for satisfying my curiosity,” I said, fishing a handful of gold out of one of my belt pouches. “I’d like to make a small donation to the effort to build a new temple.”The acolyte jumped down from the wreckage,. As he followed he had a chance to size her up. Maybe forty, expensively dressed, shoulder-length straight hair, very nice ass and tits, and beautiful. Class in every way.Gesturing towards a chair, she asked if he’d like a drink. He responded with “Water, light ice, please.” Alcohol was rarely his choice. A cold beer on a hot day when he was sweating tasted good though.“My name is Sandra. You were recommended to me as a young man of character and good health. I want to find out if you are. ‘Oh come on, don’t pretend that you didn’t notice,’ Gabe looked her humorously, ‘Little Jackson Jr. is wild.’ ‘He’s not so bad. He actually seems tame compared to mine.’ Sloane said mindlessly before realizing what she had just said. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god…’ ‘Mine?’ Gabe asked. ‘Uh…mine? Mine…’ Sloane said grasping for a recovery, ‘Mine friend! I mean, my friend’s son.’ Gabe eyed her curiously, ‘You’re English is horrible. You need to get a refund from that college.’ Sloane.