I tried to figure out the meaning, until the truth finally dawned: she'd spoken in perfect English.I tried to figure out the implications but, with th... swaying motion of my captivity, it was incredibly hard to concentrate."How would she know my native tongue?" I wondered before abandoning the question to suffer the enduring discomfort of my confinement."We've never had a Guardian before," she informed me. "It will be interesting to see what you're made of, now that you haven't got your weapon. Temí, que lo batiera por completo bajo mi ropa interior y cuando trataba de acomodar su mano para indicarle el movimiento de avancarga y retroceso que debí,a hacer, sentí, su primer mordisco en mis pezones. Gemí, y me contorsioné, de placer, ella se emocionó, tanto del efecto que sus candentes caricias estaban ejerciendo en mí,, que comenzó, a succionar y mordisquear frené,ticamente, hasta que me hizo sentir dolor, por lo que me. So what about girls and their fathers?" I said in a semi-boredvoice, wondering what Kath was so excited about and why I should care,never having had a father. I noticed Mom hovering at the dividerbetween the kitchen and living room, and thought 'whatever.' I wasstill in a kind of I-don't-give-a-shit-about-anything mood, and if shefelt the need to eavesdrop, that was her problem."Only that it's the most important relationship for a girl. I mean,when you don't have a good father, it affects your. "No," she sobbed, wiggling from side to side as I continued to stroke between her plush young mounds. "Please stop. I'm all wet."I dismounted, walked awkwardly to the window and waved at her to come beside me. She stood, letting her nightdress fall to the floor and tip-toed into my arms, looking down at my rigid stalk. It jumped, pointing up toward the stars. "Stroke it," I said. She looked up at me with some trepidation. Then she put her left arm about my waist and grabbed the trembling thing,.