" said the mechanical voice with ahint of sarcasm. "You ceased to function just afterBirmingham, I made the assumption that you wished tocontinue your...journey on the same heading." Oh... My... God." A simple thank you will be sufficient." Um oh... yeah, thanks. Look Rookrider2000 we are wayfurther north than I planned on going. Can you plot a routeback that will get us back to Bristol before 8:00amtomorrow? I can't be late for work Mr. Buttersmith willkill me." You may call me Rook, it has less. She continues to stroke him slowly. "Faster!" he growls, head back, eyes closed, the look of pleasure intense on his face. His hips thrust against her hands, helping her to move faster. Suddenly he pulls back, pulling from her reach. A small smile plays at his lips as he reaches out to stroke her bottom lip with thumb. " I want to feel this hot little mouth on me, I want to feel your tongue move the length of me. Do it now!"She drops to her knees, her eyes locked on his face. She leans. I stopped and bought a pizza and a twelve pack of beer and headed to my room. As soon as I went in and turned on the TV there was a hard knock on my door. I answered it and it was Marge.She pushed her way into my room and started in on me."What the hell are you doing!" She was yelling at me. "I came home from the club yesterday and you were in the guest room. Ok, I figured you were mad that I didn't come home with you and we'd talk it over in the morning."Then you leave for work without waking. I say we should circle behind them, wait until their backs are against the city, and destroy them." He sat down."Well said." Councilor Montors said. "So, it is decided?"Montors looked around the circle at the senior advisors and councilors from the Southern cities. Slowly, each of the senior men nodded. Last to agree was Ignant who looked a long time at Prince Komol, then shook his head and nodded at last."Good." Councilor Montors turned and looked at Prince Komol. "Prepare the men, we will.