I lean against her and whisper in her ear, "Is your asshole clean? My man will want it to be clean." She laughs again. "Yes. I cleaned it out befo...e I went to the bar. Just in case." I am pleased, although again I wonder who exactly picked who up.It's my turn. She washes me now, circling my breasts, then rubbing my pussy with the washcloth until I am squirming with pleasure. She sees the bruises on my breasts and the welts on my ass. She touches them gently with her fingers and then. .. near-immortal spell-casters ... something else?” I still wasn’t sure that the telepathic machinery was science-based.Nallen chuckled, “Little bit of both, actually. Yes, they are damned impossible to kill with anything less than armies - and you’d lose most of the army in the doing. And, yes, they’re incredibly intelligent - most of the year anyway. The rut lasts about two weeks, they are entirely driven by instinct during that period. They aren’t exactly docile the rest of the year but are. He walked into school as everything seemed a bit calmer today, stillhearing a series of remarks and getting his share of looks, but hewaltzed right by all of it to his locker. He sat in homeroom and class,playing with his braids and biding his time, happy when lunch camealong. At lunch, Tara was waiting as he sat with the girls, avoidingany bullshit, gaining an education that girls were even worse than boyswhen it came to sex. They talked about little dicks, big dicks, fakingorgasms, blow jobs. There, I waited until everyone else passed me. The weather was nice, it got quiet and somehow everything was so peaceful and intimate that I started playing with myself. Even back then I liked wearing dresses and skirts with nothing underneath.So I sat behind a tree in a little depression on the ground and masturbated, and when I was finished, I heard a noise from behind a different tree. I looked around and saw how something moved there. Startled, I tried to sneak away quietly and watch from.