What do you want me to do about that man, master?” I asked.“Do you want him?” Master L asked.“No, I want you master,” I replied.“Then tell...him you lose Poser and laugh.” Master L said.“Yes master, thank you for not making me see him again. I would much rather be yours than his. I don’t care for him much.”“My pleasure, slave,” Master L answered.My mind eased some by the conversation with Master L, I went about my daily routine of work and writing, working on a second part for a story I’d written. I don’t know how it works, but airing things out causes the menthol to activate. Wearing panties somehow stops the reaction, or maybe just slows it.”I helped a girl with a muscle cramp in her calf right after starting the exercise, which Marissa said began plucking hairs, especially those on the sides of their mounds. I saw girls pulling at their shorts, trying to make it stop. The girl I was helping had her tits and rock-hard nipples on full display. She wanted to show me her pussy up close. I. "You really think I could help, there?" No doubt! Listen, I know some of these people. I'm a volunteer coach myself, in Summer League. I'll give you a schedule of our activities, games, practices -- the works. You can show up -- anytime -- at any of the events on the list, and I guarantee you, everybody there, the kids and the grown-ups, will welcome you!" It sounds like a lot of fun. How about money? Is there a shortage of funds? I could, y'know, maybe help out with a contribution." Our. Because telepathic communication is something the darkspawn clearly need to have!” He sighed. “When we found you, you stole Anders’ mana, and you obviously thought you were hallucinating – so Solona used a sleep spell on you. Anders tried to heal Faren – he stabilised but didn’t wake – and we took both of you and brought you here. We considered going to the Peak, but the Vigil was equally close and we have more access to help here.”“How long have I been out?” I didn’t want to think about the.