Thanks again for the dance but don’t bother asking me again.”“Oh, but I want to answer you,” Clint said. “It is because you are my woman, th... one I designated I was going to fuck tonight. I did that when I walked out on the dance floor with you and danced you into the darkness to grope your ass. They all knew then and any man who comes in now will know it. Therefore, Bridget, when you get tired of being turned down come find me. And if you ask me nicely to fuck you I might not turn you over my. I took the bread from her hand and her fingers lingered on mine as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to look deep into my brain as if she could read the lust that was burning inside. The view of her naked body spread out on her bed flashed through my mind as I watched her tit come into view between the folds of slick silky nylon.I could see her nipple and the pale areola begging my lips to taste her supple tit instead of the bread. Helen pulled her hand away from my trembling fingers and. "You don't have to teleport, Pretty Girl." He rolled his eyes at her confused look. "How do you think we got here, Cindi?" Oh," she said, embarrassed as she realized he had teleported them. "You can do that?" I can do a lot of things you don't know about, such as find out where they are." He raised his voice. "Melinda, where are the others?" That's finding out where they are? Big deal; I can do that," Cindi said."Patrick is under guard on a small Qerda outpost. The others are on the Khora." Do. That meant in about two years, there would be a ghost ship sailing around the world, full of water, vitamins and a starved corpse. I thought about tying myself to the helm as a joke, to be a suitable skeleton ghost-ship captain. No, survival was the way to go, not some cheap Flying Dutchman joke at the expense of my life.All I had achieved with my escape was to postpone my death by a few years and to cut myself off from all communication, leaving me totally alone. At the beginning I had.