In the pan floating in a clear liquid were two yellowish, pink eggs, like two hen's eggs, with blebs of flesh of some kind attached, and a few small v...ins on the surface, a large vein of some kind running across one side.I looked again.Then I looked again. There was nothing else they could be!I looked down! My vision was blocked by the sheet -- I couldn't see anything. I couldn't feel anything. There was nothing to feel. What was she doing? What had she done? I felt rising horror! An awful fear. ‘And you…!’ She pointed her mace at the Dunmar woman, intent on keeping her voice filled with authority. From her vantage point behind the counter she could tell that the Dark Elf’s hands had found the hilts of the twin blades hidden underneath her cloak. ‘You want to choose your words more wisely when talking to a true Nord!’ ‘If this is the place to find one, I am just in time.’ A stretch of uncomfortable silence followed. ‘And why is that?’ The question finally came from an elderly patron. I know that this all sounds like such a classic,stereotypical situation, but here was a real woman who wassuffering through anxieties that felt familiar and sad tome. So after hearing her out, I took the risk of revealingsome stuff about myself, things that I normally only talkabout anonymously through the Internet, or with my trustedlovers. I told her about my fascination with erotica, andthat I wrote stories based on my wildest fantasies, which Iposted on the 'Net for all to read. She had. Helpless to disobey her silent command, he kissed her again, dipping and stroking her lips apart. She moaned when his tongue slipped between them to meet hers, a secret meeting of private flesh that sent the breath juddering from his lungs. Cole could feel himself drowning in the outrageous sweetness of Sophie’s mouth. He threaded a hand into the cool silk of her hair and, with a grunt of apology, tipped her head so he could angle his and slide his seeking tongue more firmly against her own..