Well, I thought, so neither of us is a dreamboat. That’s the world for you. “Can I come in?” He didn’t answer, just backed away from the doo... enough for me to walk in and shut it behind me. The bedroom door was almost right behind him. He went in and lay down on the bed, still wrapped in the towel. I pulled the towel aside. His cock was about four inches, soft, but thick. Uncut. I prefer cut, like me, but whatever. I leaned down and took him in my mouth. He got hard quickly, and in seconds. She groaned. But he didn't notice, the firedancer didn't, where he shuffled down the dock with his wounded hand wrapped with a bloodstained cloth and his head looking as blue and black as if he had fallen into an argument with a particularly ink-happy squid. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I remembered the red-dressed firedancers of my youth, how they had marched into our village, and the evil they had committed before the Giants had arrived. And I knew that this man must have followed me all. You did very well in there tonight.”“Thanks, Janis,” Julie-Ann said.“I’m pretty sore as well,” Timothy Cordell added. “But Iguess I’m not going to get any sympathy for myproblems.”***There was an awkward silence as I drove Karina home. Ikept our Ford at my accustomed 2.5 kilometres below theposted speed limit as we travelled down the stretch ofhighway and over the bridge north of Foam Creek andheaded east past Maple Sap Valley and south. Cynthia, the receptionist at the office, came in late as usual, with a loopier than normal expression on her face. She looked as if she had a secret and it was a good one.Rosa noticed this right away, but had no time to waste wondering, she guessed it might be an illegal substance of some kind, but really didn't care all that much, she needed to sell a property and soon if she were going to win the latest contest among the sales force.Some forty minutes passed and after hanging up the phone.