For a guy in his late forties this guy was in great shape, and he smelled so intoxicating. Tamara’s arm rested on his inner thigh and she looked up ...nto his face. ‘Well bitch… it ain’t gonna suck itself.’ He boomed. The changeling thought ‘Oh my god, I have to suck his dick and I kind of want to.’ Matt’s mind answered, ‘it’s only temorary and it’s better than getting killed’ The pheromones floating from the big dick inches from Tamara’s face helped influenced the decision. Tamara’s hands. ?Too late, Luke. Too late.? I rose from the armchair, and walked over to the shivering boy. ?If you’re not going to use it, you should return it.? He glanced alternately at me, and the rock in his hand, pretending – I think – not to understand. ?I gave you an instruction, Luke. It’s a generous way out for you, given your failure. Take the ice back so it isn’t wasted, and we will say no more about it. Or do you really want me to get serious about it, Luke? Because, believe me, I can get serious. You are pretty. You have, what appears to me, to be a fantastic figure, and,” and I stopped talking. I questioned myself whether or not I should tell her. However, I felt quite comfortable there. I felt unusually comfortable with her too. Something about Gwen, whatever that was, had me feeling, I don’t know, but it all felt right. So I said what I meant to say as she waited for me to finish my sentence. “And if I had it my way and if you had it your way too, well I’d want to make love with you. . retirement, but seclusion is just as close a translation." So you get to be old and you put yourself out to pasture?" Pete asked. That took several more minutes of conversation to explain. Mostly, words were easy and the humans had learned quite a bit of the Sondag language, though nowhere as thoroughly as Dar had learned theirs."Out to pasture would suggest too soft a setting," Dar suggested, once the concepts had been hashed out. "Sondag elders do not simply go sit out in the sun and wait.