‘I’ve been having nightmares lately.’ Tyler and I looked at each other, knowing eyes meeting with shock. ‘What kinda nightmares?’ I probed. ...��About Drake, and Akashat, and the men I’ve killed.’ Ryan’s eyes started to well up, the well known ‘thousand yard stare’ plastered upon his youthful face. ‘I dream of it too,’ Tyler said, placing his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan quickly threw it off. ‘I’m sure you do,’ he said with what sounded like anger. ‘But hey, it’s not your problem anymore is it?’. As I began gently stroking my pussy lips, which were already slick from both the bath oil I put in the water and my own natural secretions, I closed my eyes and began to conjure some of my favorite fantasies. Normally, I would bring a good romance novel… or even something from my own carefully hidden stash of explicit erotica to use for my ‘diddle session’. But since I had brought neither into the bath, I was left to my own graphic imagination.So I started mentally going through a list of men,. Wonder what else it can do? Oh well, on to the next. Can you put out an A. P. B. to have the little folk knock it off with the 'My Lord' crap? I'm a cop, for heaven's sake, not minor nobility. Oh, while I'm thinking about it I tried calling you last night and got Voice Mail. Any way to get some kind of comm line setup?"Mike smiled and said, "Well, I've been trying to get them to knock off the same crap for fifteen years. You see, fellas, by their way of thinking you 'are' Lords by birth and at. I love you and trust you, Karen." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze as I drove with one hand.She smiled. "We've come a long way, Brad. We're really into IT now."I smiled back as we returned to the dorms. In Karen's room, we continued packing. As she packed, I carried loads out to my truck. It took a while to finish. Nicki had moved out earlier so we would drop those keys off with Karen's.The room was now empty and would have new occupants next school year. As I closed the door for the last time,.