Erich pulled out the ingredients - eggs, diced onion & bell pepper, shredded cheese, and the sausages. He fried the links and scrambled the eggs addin... salt and black pepper. He put it on a paper plate and set it on the bar in front of where LaRonn was now sitting. “Something to drink?”“Water.”LaRonn ate quickly. Force of habit from prison Erich supposed.“How are things going,” the landlord inquired.“It’s goin’. Just tryna make it, ya know.”“I hear that.”“I admire you, mane! You got yo’ head on. It looked like a floppy summer sausage swinging around in her warm hand.“Wow, this is a great looking cock daddy!” She was used to scrawny little high school dicks. John couldn’t speak; he could only watch what was happening. She stroked it a couple of times and it started rising. In no time it was at full length almost 10 inches. Becky’s hand didn’t quite reach all the way around it anymore.“Are you gonna suck it or just look at it?” John couldn’t believe he was talking to his daughter in that. “We are in our free years, so it’s expected of us to be out in the world rather than home.”“What are ‘free years’?” Elaina asked curiously.“Well,” Induin began. “When we are young – between eighty and one-hundred and fifty years or so – we spend our time exploring and learning about the world in whatever way we choose, and we have little in the ways of responsibility until later in our life. Some choose to remain home in their free years, though they are normally pretty boring Elves, if you ask. "Is Loraine Jenni's mother?" He asked."Why, yes, she is. Why do you ask?" From time to time," he said, "I believe God tells me things. There might be all sorts of explanations, but that's the one that makes sense to me. If you like, I get a feeling about someone, but sometimes it's stronger and more specific than just a feeling. I have a very bad feeling about Loraine. I hesitate to use the word 'evil', but that's the sort of feeling I get. I don't like to make judgements about people; I'm not.