You don't mind, do you, Master Gaoler?" Why no, not at all, missie, bless your heart. There's but the one chair here, and I've a strong knee that will...easily support the Widow while you and her daughter talk in your cell..."At that, Widow Blanchett stepped quietly to him and sat daintily upon his knee, teetering a bit in place."For Heaven's sake, woman -- lean back a bit; he's got his arm stretched out and 'twill do you as a chairback."Reluctantly, the Widow leaned back a bit till her shoulders. We have more of them than able bodied people to use them." He turned to a soldier who had just run up to the table.With a shrug Tristan walked away followed by Da'ren and his crew. They stepped outside into the early morning sunlight. Tristan turned to Da'ren."Da'ren, do you know why the Sicceians bother with ground assaults. Surely it would be easier and more efficient to bomb this colony out of existence from the air?" That's the way they always do it. Why destroy perfectly good slave. And Saturday…it finally showed up. (DONNA) And it was pretty thrilling…although, in retrospect, I was probably just a little more excited about it than necessary. (VALERIE) Okay, so here we go: last Saturday morning, 11:00…or thereabouts. *** September 6th, 11:12 a.m. It was a gorgeous, late summer 77° day. Puffy cloud bits made their carefree way through the otherwise clear blue sky. The street boasted half a dozen different varieties of trees, spread out across at least every other yard, and. I imagine it was the mix of the situation, the way I was toweling him off, the provocative visuals on the TV screen.The three on the bed couldn’t help but notice his swollen cock and so now Steve reached under his shorts and pulled out his own, fully and strikingly erect. All eyes in the room turned to take in this newly revealed sight. Then Inge reached into her brother’s shorts and pulled out Jens’s, already almost as stiff as Steve’s.“Holy shit!” Aren’t you two brother and sister?” Chris.