But dry. And… warm. Baz went in first. Lynn stayed where she was – sitting in the snow and feeling terrible about what she had done. Hoping beyond...hope that Philo or someone… anyone else… from the tribe would come back for them. But they hadn’t. And they wouldn’t. Finally Baz’s voice came out of the shelter. Tired… and exasperated. But somehow inviting. Like he’d hit a limit at how long he was willing to let her sit in the cold and have him be inside where it was warm. ‘Get inside.’ He murmured. More on that at a later date.I responded to her that pulling back my skin gives me a straight shot. She didn’t quite believe me, so she asked the question. “Can I hold it while you pee?.”Not really sure what to say I agreed and she wrapped her hand around it and pulled back my foreskin. Trying not to be aroused I pissed into the toilet. She couldn’t stop smiling. The next morning I woke up, and she sprung up and followed me into the bathroom. She asked to do it again. I agreed. I felt that. ' she answered, 'a bus ride.''Would you like me to call you a taxi?''I haven't thanked you.' she said as if ignoring his offer.'Yeah, you did,' he said, a little confused.'Can I stay here tonight?' she asked.'Here?' he questioned. 'Yeah, I suppose so. But I only have the one bed.''That's okay.''And I generally sleep naked.' he added.'So do I?' and with that she stood up, took one step towards him, lifting his face to hers, and then lowering hers to kiss him tenderly on the lips.'I want to thank. Perhaps, he thought contentedly, perhaps it would be worthseeking out that little chambermaid... but not now. Notwhile he lay in the most well appointed room in the castle,in this bed. He stretched."Whose IS this room?" he wondered aloud."It is the Princess's bedchamber," said a voice from theshadows.As he turned suddenly, she emerged into the light. Her hairhad been loosed, and fell in gleaming waves about hershoulders and down her back. She wore a gown of white satinand lace, through which.