”“Then do it,” she whispered. “I won’t tell mom.”I looked at my hand. The sweet white liquid was just there. I licked my lips and brought ...y hand to my quivering mouth.And licked.“It’s very sweet.”“It is. A lot of guys drink it nowadays. It’s completely natural. Just a lot of people still find it strange. Taboo, even.”He simply nodded, possibly because he didn’t know what to say to that.“Would you like some more?”“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly take Billy’s milk away from him.”She laughed and gave. Even his clothing was clean and new. Picking up the tin cup, now free of dents and full of clear water, he took a sip. He shuddered and sighed, "Like it came straight from a mountain stream." Is this what you desired, Clint?" Laresa's voice betrayed that she had expected more from his wish."I reckon this is exactly what I was thinkin' of. I've been a bad man, and I know that havin' too much attracts too much attention." Raising one eyebrow, he asked, "You can hear what I'm thinkin'?" I can see. He was just not ready for a wife and a c***d. My mom learned the hard way to use her body to support us. She was lucky to have a great body and nice big tits. I remember men coming to the house many times a day or night and mom would take them to her bedroom. She would be in there with them for about and hour then when they left she would shower and another man would come visit. I learned when I was a young teen she was a whore. She must have been good as she was always busy and we did have. The sun had fallen and I realized that we would, whether they wanted us to or not, be spending the night with the Greybeards. Lydia might be somewhat immune to the cold. My Imperial blood was not. I opened the door to the monastery. The Greybeards were going about their evening meditations, and I tracked down Arngeir.“Ah, you’ve retrieved the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. You have passed all the trials. Come, it is time for us to formally recognize you as Dragonborn.” He led me to the meeting.