“Later tonight, I'll make sure you're satisfied.”“Why not right now?” he asked.I glanced over at the dwarf kings. “Because I am getting a sa...ple of dwarf cum. I will not take no for an answer. I know what my reward is.”“Good luck,” Thrak said. He glanced over at Angela and Sophia as they giggled over the massive golden dildo. “I won't need it. I have the persuasion of my arguments on why they should let me suck their cocks and take samples. It's all for my craft. I need to research and take. There was some small relief because the ordeal was less protracted but there was still the accompanying sadness. I had to face the fact that I could never again be the person I once was. Never again would I have little downy hairs on my arms and legs which turned golden when they caught the light of a sunny afternoon; no public hair to shave or not to shave just as I wished and no hair on my head to cut or grow or style or colour or comb or even scratch. But, more than sadness, there was again. So, for the first few miles, it was mainly the signs announcing upcoming exits that caught his eye and triggered his memory. What was that bit of verse that had so amused his wife? Written by the Queen's appointed poet, the one with the funny name. Oh yes:"Come friendly bombs and fall on SloughIt ain't no use to humans now"So, pleased with his memory and with John Betjeman's plaintive lament to a lost rural society murmuring in his mind, he cruised down the motorway.It wasn't so bad at first.. "We missed you in Utah, but we had a good time anyway." Well ... I'm ... I mean ... it wouldn't've worked. You know, not with Paul there."Chris sighed. The first couple of days had been rough with Paul and Leah sniping at each other, creating collateral damage for everyone around them. Thankfully they'd worked things out before Elizabeth had to make good on her threat to send Leah home."I understand," Chris said, "but he and Leah made up ... eventually." They did? Really?" Yeah, they did.".