He wanted us prepared. When we returned to San Jose, he set us up with a master there to continue our training. Little did I know that we would all be...thankful for that training later when we met the Karg. More on that later.By the end of the day we were all toast. Mat marched us to some very old, world war two barracks. We had pads and sleeping bags. We slept in our flight. I was in one flight and Cynthia was in the other. So much for our wild, passionate love making. Squeaker was in my flight. It's because I work in the lingerie department." Alexpaused, thinking. "Or maybe it's the other way around?"Clive's eyes widened. "Lingerie? I bet you've got some nice stuff then?" Oh a few bits and pieces, but not much, well outerwear, because theyprovide this uniform." Well," he started decisively. "You look great in it, what with the make-up and hair, and?.?.?." he faded. Alex made the coffee and handed Clive themug. They both went back into the lounge, Alex turned the television off,then. While we talked he hardly even looked at Mary Ann while I was trying my best not to stare at her chest. I'll never understand why married men get involved with girlfriends. Hey there's nothing wrong with getting a shot on the side, but to get into an emotionally committed relationship with another woman is just stupid.The day soon turned into early evening and we all had a good time swimming and talking by the pool and soaking in the hot tub. Occasionally Tom would slip up and start talking. Twice. Thrice. Lots. She lost track. The force of his pulsing racked her petite frame and she had to bite down on a scream as she felt the hot sun of his essence being spilled into her nakedness. It was almost more than she could take. She had had men before, human and elven, but none, nothing had been like this, ever. Fear made a brief sally but was washed away in a torrent of passion and need. The need for this essence. The need for this Man. Her Man. Her Lord. Her Love. An eternity later,.