Uncle Ben got up to greet us and asked what we might wish to drink. The butler took our requests then disappeared as only butlers can disappear. Poof,...they vanish. They don't walk away, they dematerialize. Kind of like Star Trek without the dots. Jeeves or whatever his name was materialized again, this time carrying a tray with two glasses.We chatted, until Uncle Ben ushered us into the dining room for, if you're crude, lunch. With this bunch, it's dinner or midday tea. Oh well, the food was. The women are fit and take care of themselves. Going to the gym is over the top with tight dressed sluts. I can’t walk down the street without seeing a number of women that I would love to fuck on the spot. Shove my cock down their throats and up their asses until they gape and beg for my load. Hell, I’d even be happy rubbing my cock all over their tight yoga pant asses and blasting a load all over them, then licking it all up (but that is another story).I’m not an abuser of women. I treat them. They both knew the coach was right."Sorry about your side." Carm said with downcast eyes."Yeah sorry about cheating on you. Hope you can forgive me." Pete replied.Offering him a hand Carm said, "Friends?"Taking her hand and shaking it firmly Pete answered, "Friends."Sitting on the grass Pete said, "So did I have a preview of how you usually fight?"Raising an eyebrow Carm said, "What?" You talked many times about the matches you fought in. I was wondering if that was your technique or style.". Those who cannot assist in the genetic engineering of the creature show it their fealty by flinging boogers at the wall of its temple and conducting the blood sacrifice of infants, or a visiting Kiwi from New Zealand.Barry now stood upon one of the lower steps of the pyramid, ready to assault the top with his Grendel in his hands and the prince dashed over to join him. Smiling, I flew down to hover next to them, and with a touch on Barry’s arm I bid myself to locate the traces of Lydia’s old.