"Look, don't be upset, okay. Nobody cares what you do for fun, okay? I had no idea you would be drop-dead gorgeous, but I keep hearing Whitney Houston...likes girls too, and she's as gorgeous as you are. Nobody cares, hon', but you don't want them all eavesdropping on you, right? Now, I didn't mean to embarrass you."Her use of the word 'hon' had a marvelous affect on Laura, reminding her of Trina, and she smiled, feeling most of the horrific hot blush recede from her face and neck, though her. D was already feeling woozy from the drink she'd had already and tried to protest again.'God, Mark, I'm tipsy already...what are you trying to do?''Drink it, Mom,' and he pushed gently against her mouth until D had to take some more champagne down inside her. Mark put down the glass and stood behind his Mom with his hands massaging her shoulders. He was able to see down onto the big, firm tits that jutted out from D's body and he could smell the subtle perfume that she'd obviously put on.'You. Stop groveling, it sickens me. I never suffer fools gladly, but by necessity I shall. Serve your purpose and you might be able to redeem yourself and avoid my personal chamber of torture. You might even be able to save your insignificant little life you seem to value so much. I might feel less inclined to throw you to the boars, if you actually provide me with some names."The Inquisitor was a middle aged man, lean and of austere face. Normally he would have looked menacing and unyielding to a. She approached hesitantly, then smiled in wonder."But her hair! It is the color of sunlight!" She came up to Amy and placed her small hairy hand trustingly in Amy's smoothly tanned one. "Mak tells true that you are not Chakcha. They would not let a child of theirs live with hair so light, just as they not let one of us live with dark hair."Convinced now, Kinna chattered away with Amy as they walked into camp. "No, we not have menfolk to live with us. Chakcha take away all boy babies of usfolk..