And, yes, the sex was wonderful but I knew it was more. And it was becoming more."Mmm, you're rather wonderful, too, Andy. This is all surprising to m... but I'm certainly happy it has all happened the way it has."Those were wonderful words; words that made me even happier than the delicious sex we were having.We did stay most of the day in bed playing with each other, just being like teens again, simply discovering the pleasures a male and female can have together. And, yes, she masturbated me. I’m sure it had nothing to do to the fact he was enjoying a few beers and me my wine. Anyway, we soon had each other pretty worked up, and in my frisky mood, I was desiring the touches I remembered so fondly that Dave could give my body. I told him that my Monday morning schedule was open. I didn’t have my first appointment until late that afternoon and asked him if his morning was open as well. Dave told me that he actually was on vacation starting Monday and had no plans made yet, so we. “Thank you, Mrs Robertson, and goodbye.”’ He sat back at his desk, and pondered what he had heard. Their voices held the timbre of reality, and it all held together as a tale, despite its weirdness.But what could he tell the national daily? He would expect a fee for supplying the information, but they would expect a usable set of data in return. He didn’t want to make things awkward for the Robertsons, and he certainly didn’t want to impact their Company. He could imagine being sued for. Ogres weren’t motherly! They were vile beasts who captured and enslaved human males then fucked them almost to death, and when a man couldn’t get it up any longer from her constant abuse she ate him! Usually without the decency of killing him first! This was a ruse! It had to be! Ogres don’t act like this, blue skin or not!Balthus watched as a wide array of emotions played across the young knight’s face, finally settling on white, incandescent rage directed at the blue ogre. He sighed inwardly.