“Where did you learn that?” “I hear that. In Youtube video they talk that.” “Ah. Did they explain what it meant?” She nodded, grinning mis...hievously. “Little.” “A little,” I corrected, pretending not to notice the wicked glint in her eye.“A little. But I a little don’t understand.” “Do you understand now?” I asked her.“Yes” she piped back. “Anyway, back to the lesson,” I said, pointedly. I wanted to steer the conversation into safer territory. “Find the adjective in this sentence and then make. It is OK.” “No, Elf, it’s not OK. Things have been gettin’ to me in a way they never have before. Ever since I started doing these missions –“ He runs his hands back thru his wild hair, grabbing his head as if he fears it may explode. “Maybe this time was worse because Mary was a teleporter, like you. Maybe chasin’ her reminded me too much of trying to catch you. Maybe killing her somehow got mixed up in my mind with killing you. I don’t know for sure what it was. Maybe I’m just goin’. His prick was pretty typical for a lad his age .. seven inches longfrom the base of his belly to the tip of his exposed glans, and hardas a rock, if a little skinny.Not as white as the rest of his untanned groin, it was tinged slightlypink as it jutted out and up from the thatch of hair surrounding it.The underside was corrugated, its stretched smooth skin interrupted byveins, and capillaries, and running all the way along, a channel tocarry the young man's semen.The head was exposed - he'd. .. personally. Will you allow that?"Now the Princess came out, "Explain that to Us, exactly. Leave nothing out. We will inherit the throne and We have long memories."Williams could near the Royal We. "Princess Wendolyn, the Proctor organization wishes you to accept Monique, great great granddaughter of Jean-Baptiste Frédéric Isidor, Baron Thielemans, a baroness by right, Thielemans, as a companion. Will you accept?" Baroness, how old are you?" Seventeen, just." Yes, Mr. Williams, We will accept.