Soon enough you may actually win.’ ‘Damn right I will!’ With that I got up and helped him to his feet. ‘Ready?’ I asked with a sly smile. �...Come on you little bastard.’ He shouted back. And with that I attacked again. * Once training was over I left to go down to the waterfall to bathe. Once I got there I stripped off my sweaty clothes and jumped straight into the pool formed by the waterfall. The water was freezing but I ignored that fact as I washed my body. From behind came a scream. I. " Well your passport is in order, but your appearance is remarkable."He hands me back my passport and I smile at him as I collect it, showingmy long red painted nail hand.------------------------------------------------------------------------I suppose it all started when, as a 18 year old boy, I went shopping fora pair of new jeans with my Mother. We tried on pair after pair, but noneseemed to fit. Then the girl in this particular department storesuggested we try the women's section of jeans.. “What the fuck” she yelled as she looked up at the door. I had frozen like a deer caught in headlights, my dick in my hand all I could do was stare at her with fear in my eyes. “You sick little fucker. What the fuck do you think you are doing. Are you getting off watching me pleasure myself?”I couldn't do or say anything I was so terrified. “Get your sick little ass in here you pervert” She yelled at me. I Blinked and started stammering. “I I I I'm sorry mom I didn't mean to.” I started backing. Dropping the blanket over the back of his chair, he moves to the storage room, pulling out a tankard, remembering his horn far too late to warrant going and getting it. He fills the vessel with the steaming drink, inhaling gratefully, knowing he could easily have told you to do it for him, but taking pleasure in watching you read. Reaching up to the shelves, he pulls down the little dish of honey, dipping a spoon in and plunking it into the tankard with little finesse. Still smiling, he crosses.