I was on the pill at the time and had no more interest in getting pregnant, BEFORE I started reading your stories, than my lover did in making me preg...ant. Maybe he didn't know how horny pregnant women get, or how much we like to fuck the guy who has put his baby in us, or how much men enjoy eating knocked-up pussy." I see HE hadn't read any Homer Vargas stories." No, and he'd have freaked to know I was reading that kind of 'trash.' He was so conservative; he would never do me anyway but. " So, if I stay on Furthurmore, I won't have to sleep with him? Saralinda asked softly after a few moments of silence."No," I said quietly back to her, squeezing her hand in reassurance."But I could, if I ever wanted to?I laughed quietly. "I would think he'd be delighted," I said. "You're very pretty, and I know he likes you." I'm a virgin."I blinked at the non sequitur. When I didn't respond, she went on, slowly, quietly."My father – he always told me I was awful to tease him with my dirty .... After I fully blended with what Itook of that Dark One. I found a 'language bridge' buried deep withinits knowledge of this world. It Helped me jump that gap, from what isused here as written languages. To the far older ones I know from mytravels.In that time I literally 'dove' into the vast ancient and forbiddenachieve section of the complexes library here. Twain gave me access toit, not even a day after he was told that. I had read nearly every bookin the regular section of older languages. “Let me guess, girls. Tea and two scones each?” Charlie and Tiff smiled and nodded contently. The waitress looked over at me. “You’re a boy!” she squeaked, flummoxed. “We can still do the breakfast menu if you want a fry-up?”As we tucked into our meal – the two of them watching me in horror devouring my cooked English breakfast as they gently plucked at their scones – the girls elaborated on their friendship. They had been best friends since, as they’d said, Girl Guides when they were little. I.