"Jill's curiosity is aroused when he mentioned hormones. Walt seems to know about this. Then she remembers she's talking to a doctor. A doctor who has...his arm around her, and she can learn from him. She remembers what Norm told her on her first date with him, the part about taking advantage of your opportunities. She decides to ask him more questions."What do you mean, hormones? I don't really know anything about them, I thought we either had male or female hormones." Actually, Jill, everyone. The spy sent back reports of a man named John, who made strange carvings and won a contest among a gathering of nomadics by throwing knives. He had left before the spy had arrived, but the spy would try to learn more, and to follow him. The Emperor had a knife maker make him some knives for throwing, and practiced fiercely and obsessively, until the next report came in.It was a strange pair of gloves, of an orange color The Emperor had never seen before except in flowers in the Imperial flower. You have to reserve tickets months in advance.” She sighed as she observed all the happy faces amongst the huge crowd. “They must be waiting for the doors to open.” She raised herself onto her toes, hoping to see a celebrity amongst the crowd.“You mean these tickets?” I commenced waving two tickets in front of her.With a sharp twist of her body, she turned around, her eyes centred on the two theatre tickets.“Not the best seats in the house, but they will give us admission to watch 42nd Street,”. Again she raised her bottom off the stool and without waiting for the hands to grab her left leg, she pulled behind her knee and tried in vain to ease her abused passages. Encouraged by the sight of her apparent willingness to receive his cock inside her, he plunged in, deep inside, holding himself inside as though savouring the moment before withdrawing almost all the way. The head of his cock was just visible at the entrance to her vagina, ruddy, glistening, coated in cum already and held.