These were really buns of steel, and I wished there was room for us to lie down, But there was barely room to stand in that little cracker box. I un...napped the button on her jeans shorts and began lowering them. Damn this hot little bitch wasn’t wearing any underwear! As I lowered the zipper further down I couldn’t see any hair either! She had shaved her pussy bald as a newborn baby! She looked so good. We quickly removed the rest of our clothes and got down to business. I. It was obvious that he was one of those weak humans that were addicted to the strong stuff because it always brightened him up and made him more talkative than a flock of widows down at the dry-goods store gossiping about everyone’s faults but their own.One of the carnies (guys that worked the circus or carnivals) that helped raise and lower the tents gave me the skinny on Miss Sadie being adopted as the only survivor of the Great Gambini High Flyers. I had heard of that tragic family with. I would admit this sidelined all my other activities and interests except that when I came here I had just walked away from everyone in my life finding that friends I had known for 13 years were not really my friends. In short I walked away from almost everyone and everything I knew. That very day I was brought to Gor by a friend of mine. With the taste of ashes in my mouth I opened the Pink Sleen and let my humor with and Gorean knowledge soar. I was extremely surprised to find out that by. I found a case of it I didn’t know I had in the cellar. Good stuff, too. Buggered if I know how that got there.”I half-watched the bar door. I had a few words with Denise and, when I next turned, there she was, Clemency, same stool at the end of the bar. I almost didn’t recognise her. Her dress was long and like a tapestry, less modest in the bust. I could see the swell of her breasts. Her hair was tied into a tight ponytail and, I swear, her eyes were blue. I’d remembered them as black, but.