Perhaps the true problem is that: my mother had hit the plate and had no one to blame, my father did not immediately apologize, or both reasons mixed ...nto one bloody tiff. Either way from this moment on a chasm was now before my father and mother, keeping them from ever reaching each other. My mother stormed out and left my father sitting on the floor with his pleated suit pants at his ankles. I came down stairs after hearing the hateful slam of the door. I looked at my father and he stared at. . “Are your nipples dry, slave?” asked Quentin. “I ... I think so, Master...” “Feel them, girl.” Simone fingered her nipples. “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now cover your tits with this oil, slave.” Quentin handed Simone a little glass flask of scented oil ... and with this she carefully anointed her magnificent breasts. Quentin looked down benignly. His partial erection strengthened. Soon he would be in full erection, when encased in those warm, oily orbs. Quentin took a grip on Simone’s rich black. " Okay. Tell me, have you ever thought about what you'd do, if you could do anything? Not like being King – obviously that's impossible – but I mean, have you ever wanted to be a knight, or a scholar, or anything?" I've never thought about it." He scrunched up his nose. "I don't think I'd be a very good knight. I'm too little." Hmm. I have an opportunity for you. I'm going to tell you all about it, and then you can tell me if it sounds like something you'd like to do. You are allowed to say no,. I don't think you will need much that you can't either build or grow here," Steve commented to Tes and Majong."So what are your plans?" Tes addressed the rest of them.Collectively they all shrugged their shoulders indicating they had no idea."I guess we will attempt to cross the ocean and find Mist and Dawn's people," Steve answered for all of them."But why?" Dawn asked, "We are outcasts there. I don't know if I can stand more looks of pity." Where else can we go?" Steve asked.Tes looked at.