Mary, his assistant, proved an invaluable source."How can you live to — what is it, twenty six? — without learning how to roast turkey and boil po...atoes?" she asked, half amazed, half amused."It's twenty-five. And not much call to cook a holiday meal in college or grad school. And, well, while I was single, there wasn't much point, really."Mary shook her head while searching her online email where she apparently kept many of her recipes. "Okay, here are the basics: Turkey, gravy, mashed. ”I finished my drink finally, savoring it as I held it in my mouth before swallowing. “I saved her, and she saved me. I couldn’t do anything at first, the blow on the head stunned and disoriented me. She is the one that changed first, which gave me a few moments to clear my head and come in to help. Di and Doug are already trying to find a family to foster her. And I plan on getting with her and Clint to start her training. Even if she is never a Paladin, some training will help her a lot.”“I. He let his forefinger dive between her folds and felt how wet she was. She panted as his finger was engulfed by her moist hotness. His hand moved, as if of its own accord to match the ministrations of her soft palm on his penis. His panting and her quiet moans echoed in the dim room, sweat started running down Gabe’s back, as he added a second finger to bring her more pleasure. “Enough,” he managed to grunt out eventually, head bowed, trying to regain his composure. He slipped his fingers out. "Goddamn that was good." He breathed deep. "You can stop now." I didn't wantto but I didn't want to disobey my Master (even if he were only my Master inmy head). I pulled up and leaned back on my knees at the foot of the bed.His right hand swept across his brow. He was watching me. He didn't lookcocky at the moment. He just looked like someone who had had a good fuck. Hehad a pleasant smile on his face, like one you would have if a good friendhad just shown up. "You did good, I really liked.