" Oh, I don't know." I do. One of these days I'm going to have to get myself my own pair of sheepdogs so that I can take over from Dad when his get to... old. If you're still with us we could work them together."Diana looked doubtful. "I always thought they only worked properly to one person." Well that's the accepted practice. We'll set a new one." Hmm." If it doesn't look like working I'll just have to give you the sack." Just as well you're injured or I might have had to give you a smack."Hal. Douglas cried, "Eb!!"Despite the warning, Eb continued, "When we last heard from me in Chapter 7 (I need to bribe the writers more), I had just called our leader by her kid sister's name, Betty Jo."Oliver Douglas thought he had the three sisters straight: Billie Jo, Bobbie Jo, and "Betty Jo's the youngest, the redheaded tomboy."Eb smiled for him, "Very good expositioning, Mr. Douglas! She is also the only Jo with a genuine girl's name because her daddy, Mr. Henning, is the Big Boss. No need to explain how warrior priestesses accounted for half the casualties in the war when they only made up ten percent of the combatants. In truth, even though they made up only one-tenth of one percent of the warriors of the Orders, the Faylantkrana were probably responsible for two-thirds of those casualties ascribed to the warrior priestesses. Veenalara was aware of this fact. She could only hope that it was not just the official history that her kind had been erased from.Unknown to. Pleased that my erection had returned, I felt quite proud of myself. Dan took hold of my erection in her hand. “I suppose this little fella wants to play now” she said. “Hey not so much of the little!” I chastised her. We both laughed as she started to stroke me.“Jack, do you want to.. you know?” she asked tentatively. Knowing, I thought, full well what she meant, I wrestled with my conscience. Hormones and a raging hard on are hard things to beat but I managed to eventually say. “Do you think.