‘Commodity.’ ‘Come, Oddity.’ She stressed the pause in between the words. ‘Right. Commodity.’ He gave not even the slightest pause. ‘Wha...ever.’ Prince’s song, ‘Cream,’ began to play. ‘Shall I start?’ ‘Absolutely,’ he said. ‘What an appropriate song for my lap-dance.’ ‘If you’re anything like your brother Griff, it is,’ she said. Now standing before him, she was swaying her hips to the beat as he stroked her leg with his un-Creamed hand. She put her knees against his groin and pushed them. It was fortunate, he could at least see where he was walking. In his haste, he had neglected to bring a flashlight with him.“Smoke!”He couldn’t hear anything besides the rustling of the trees in the breeze. There were no howls or barks, no whining or shouts for help. He got the impression that he wasn’t alone, however. The feeling was making the hair on his arms and neck stand on end, as if there was some unseen force watching him from afar. He clutched the comforting heft of the shotgun in his. The poor girl was being played like a guitar and seemed to enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed watching the whole show. The knots were getting wet and I decided to join in and taste that sweet pussy juice. As I tried to stand up my shackles rattled, momentarily catching the monsters attention. A tentacle slid between my chained arms while another grabbed me around the waist. It dragged me closer and positioned me so that my face was exactly where I wanted it to be, right in front of one of. " She tried to read some but the bar was kind of loud. I put my hands over hers and closed the pages. I looked into her eyes and said, "tell me your ideas, I want to hear those." She had some good ideas. The characters were complex and interesting. She talked for a while about the main character, who she called Z. I asked her if Z was a little like her, but she blushed and looked down. Z was sort of a secret agent according to Izumi, but the plot was fairly compicated. I asked questions.