.. good stuff...” Lizzie said, obviously thinking back to the experience.“Since when do you have a boyfriend, anyway?” Andrew asked.“I don’t... he’s just a ... just a friend I met,” Lizzie said.“So he’s a friend who’s a boy who you also have sex with,” Andrew said. “But not your boyfriend.”“Right,” Lizzie said.“Where’d you meet him, anyway?” Jacob asked. Lizzie seemed caught a little off guard by that.“We, um ... we met on ... We met on Tinder,” Lizzie eventually managed.“Tinder? Well, at least. You grab your ipod, Lace up your shoes and head out the door. The heat feels good to as you start your routine with your music playing you decide to go a defferent way for whatever reason there are a lot more steep hills you shorten your stide and power through it. Then you notice out the corner of your eye that someone is beside you but lagging behind you glance over to notice he's staring lustfully at your firm and now slighty wet ass. You ask is there something I can help you with; he's. His father had been a bounty hunter and had taken her first master away for several crimes, leaving her to fend for herself. She had to work in a tavern as a serving wench and that led to her having Gil, who was six now. His father was a rude mercenary that used woman and then moved on, after never bedding the same one twice. Little Sofia was four. Her hair still had the baby blond in it and was growing in thick and straight. Her eyes were a piercing blue that made a heart melt, making one. The one that she had been wearing before, together with her underwear, was being laundred. She intended to change back into Bernie’s clothes later, so the thick, black tights went back on, as well as her grey skirt. She also wore a dark grey cardigan over her blouse. Mary’s usual shoes felt so heavy after Bernie’s lightweight sandals. As she attached her novices veil to her head she chuckled softly to herself as she imagined being taken to hospital as Sister Catherine had been—and also the.