Then there's the idea that you just end. You're done.I guess the problem is that nobody's sure which alternative is the real deal.No, that's not right... The problem is that everybody's sure which alternative is the real deal, they just can't agree.It's like the old joke:St. Peter is standing at the gates of heaven sorting the recently deceased."John Smith, Baptist, you're in. Please go to room 321, but be very quiet going by 317."Jenny Taylor, Jew, you're in. Please go to room 324, but be very. “You want me to shake him for you?” he asked.Willow swallowed back the tears and hugged him back. Trust Brain to understand. People sorely underestimated this lovely gentle giant of a man. “What would I do without you Brain?”He merely shrugged as if it was a moot point, as he had no intention of being anywhere she wasn’t. He grinned at her and took her hand. He led her down the stalls. “The King visited me the other day. Mighty, his horse, was feeling poorly but I fixed him good. The King said. Her hand rubbed slowly yet firmly as her arousal grew. Her fingers traced along her lips as they grew moist, her fingers pressed then parted her now slick slippery lips. Avrile's fingers were now coated in her aroused juices as they slid inside. She removed her hand and lifted it to her mouth, tasting her desire as she licked her fingers. *****Xander finally completed his checks after several delays and powered up the portal ready to explore. He looked through the portal and noticed the room. "Yes? Come in."The door latch jiggled for a moment and then the door banged open, swinging so quickly that it struck the wall behind it, bounced off it and then began to close. Helen bustled into the room and turned her backside to the door. It bounced harmlessly off her behind and she waddled into the room carrying a large wooden tray full of steaming bowls and plates of breakfast foods."Good morning, Erik! May I tempt you to eat a bit? I thought we could eat in here and talk at the same time..