One she could trust not to abuse her inexperience."I guess I'm just wound up from all the new stuff today," she told me. "All the excitement of shoppi...g, and the party, and ... well, lots of things!"She sat Indian style on the bed, talking to me, as I leaned against the headboard, my legs stretched out beside her. She flitted from topic to topic. Alighting on something, then quickly moving on to whatever was next on her mind.Finally, I asked, "You thirsty?"She smiled as she nodded."C'mon," I. Quite a few had offered to bunk with a buddy for the trip out, but the Confederacy wanted each volunteer to have private space to bond with his or her concubines and dependents. However, some exceptions were allowed. This was especially true when close friends or families with more than one volunteer in the group were extracted at the same time.After the typical initiation briefings that evening, Cooper interviewed several ranking volunteers in her conference room, volunteers who had retired. Had she fucked the wyvern?“I see you killed the other two,” Angela smiled. “I finished the third off while he lay...satisfied.”My cheeks burned. She did fuck the wyvern.“I feared you were dead,” Xera said. “But I see you know how to react when carried off by a wyvern.”“Arouse them, fuck them, and then kill them while they luxuriate in their orgasm,” Angela smiled. “I do feel a little bad. He was a great fuck.”“But he tried to kill you,” I objected, rushing towards her. “And you're hurt. Here,. He threw my bag on top of the others and told me to climb in the middle of the front seat. I took up my spot next to the middle-aged woman and we were off. The traffic on the road was pretty bad, no wonder the shuttle hadn’t arrived yet. We sat, baking in the sun, in bumper-to-bumper traffic for a while. I began to worry about making my flight when suddenly Jarhead took a hard left across the highway and up a grassy embankment. I grabbed for the top of the windshield. Everyone held on as best.