”Sygor didn’t want to talk reason. I don’t know what I had said right then and there to set him off and perhaps, what I’d said had been nothin... at all, but Sygor certainly took offence and in response the young man decided he needed to punch me. He cursed me aloud and he came at me swinging with all his might, but with no thought as to what he was doing. His punch didn’t connect.Sygor’s punch was well telegraphed and I saw it coming. I sidestepped the blow with ease, stepping around it and into. I let him pour me some white wine, and it was good – not sour like some wine I had before once, but not too sweet either.Then a woman named Kate came in, along with the chef, Michelle. They were bringing the trays straight from the kitchen, and setting them up. I guess we'd be served like at a buffet. With – what did Moira say – fifteen people on board, I guess that makes sense to do. Gary handed me and Moira plates and told us to start.It wasn't like anything I'd ever eaten before – I mean,. You’re the best guy in my world.. You are my world..’ She continued. I wiped away her tears and gently kissed her forehead. She gently began to cry, so I rocked her back and forth like I did when her parents died. She slowly moved her hand up to my face and gently caressed it. Then she kissed me again, and I kissed back. She was so amazing. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t get anything for your birthday’ she began ‘but with tuition and all..’ I cut her short. ‘It’s OK, Erin. This is the best birthday I’ve. Rising up. Blue veins bulging along its length. The pinkish knob of its tip engorged. Fully hard. The long stiff shaft points at her face like a medieval lance as he continues to caress her breasts. She reaches out and touches his cock. It feels warm. Its skin velvety soft, yet bone hard underneath. "Hmmm," he hums at her touch then lowers his head to one of her breasts and takes her hard nipple between his lips. Gently nibbling on it at first. Then circling her areola with the tip of his.