.. moot.”“Don’t worry,” Lizzlin assured them. “After you arrived, but before landing, we felt a new spirit touching our hearts. It’s diffi...ult to convey, but it has a distinct feel, unlike Lozzlint’s, though both apparently operate similarly.”Al cocked his head, considering it. “So what do you call your new ... goddess?”“As of now, until we learn how they differ, they’re all Lozzlint. It’s not a proper noun. It’s more of a collective pronoun, encompassing many interwoven spirits. Each of us has. "And you are a little hot piece of yacht candy," shegiggled.The term conjured up an image of the slutty young girls who, by virtueof their bodies, adorned the decks of the wealthy during the cruiseseason, only to be discarded when the owners headed back to society.Good. I arched my back and ran my hands up my torso, batting myeyelashes at her."Why don't you take a dip, and I'll watch from under my umbrella," shesuggested. I swam for a few minutes, but it really started to wear meout. I was. This little girl was a freak.The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room and hold my dick to direct the stream when I was done she would lick my slit clean and dry it with that beauitful hair. When I tryed to tell her no she would just say Your my daddy and I have to take care of you. She refused to were any cloths in the house saying little grils have to be naked at all times to make their daddy horny, on that I couldn't dissagree.That night our first. "Wh-what is this," she asked while Jimmy flicked on the lights." I believe you know Raymond. YOUR EX. We are all bikers, babe. Raymond was telling me how you broke his heart when you decided not to see him anymore. He said you got 'tired' of having sex with him and that you wanted to 'be alone' for a while." Jimmy said."Baby. I still want you," Raymond said as he stepped nearer to her."Ginger. I want to fullfill your fantasy. I know you like to be used as a fuck-toy. So I asked my friends to.