“Do you have my promised treasure, orc? Or do I have to throw you and your companions overboard?” She paused, her smile growing hungrier. “Well,...maybe not you.”“We have it,” I answered, standing beside Thrak. “Minx, Xera.”The halfling and elf brought the two sacks of treasure forward. Behind us, the pirates hauled up our belongings, grunting as they worked the ropes. Minx sighed as she set her sack down and shook her head, then she opened it up. Xera had no hesitation.The captain smiled. “Well,. I worked my ass offfor ten months counting the days, hours and minutes until my yearlypilgrimage to Sturgess. At twenty seven years of age, it is my firstyear as the president of the local motorcycle club. All twenty two menin the club rode Harleys. I had been riding since I was old enough toshift a small mountain bike. I graduated to the big "hog" as soon as Iearned enough money to buy one. As the owner of a successful and quitelucrative consulting company, it was easy to arrange my schedule. Soon afterwards they had supper and were chatting happily, although Ella was still thinking about that captioned picture, whilst also knowing that Mrs L had been a headmistress at the local sixth form college before moving and wondered if she had ever caned any of the students.So, pretty much out of the blue, Ella asked, “Mrs L, did you ever cane any of your students?”Mrs L was clearly taken aback by the question, although now supposed that hearing Ella masturbate just before she came. "Uh, I'm not an elf!" "I can see your pointy ears," he said. "And you're a little green person." He stepped closer and I almost ran away, but he wasn't a bad looking human and he didn't smell as bad as some others I'd met. "I've read about your kind; I always believed in you." "I'm not Santa Claus, you know," I said. "I exist whether you believe in me or not." I was playing it cool, looking for a way to get out of the situation, but still, I didn't want to lie to the guy and maybe scar him.