“Don’t… Don’t cry, alright? Jeez.” He taps his fingers, weighing his options. “I’ve already got some people doing things around the plac... to pay for their rooms. Dishes and things… But there’s not much work to be done…” Yes, I am certainly sleeping out under a wooden fruit crate tonight. I look up at him again, my eyes bigger than dinner plates, and make an audible whimper. I consider myself fairly cute, short and thin and flat-chested, my red hair cut short and barely brushing past my ears.. Instead, I surrendered to him as he had to me, and we moved together instinctively, climbing toward our peaks together. I raked my nails across his back, sobbing as I felt the resulting surge of his hips under me, and then I was screaming and falling as my orgasm overtook me. I barely noticed when his rhythm suffered as he spilled inside me, as overwhelmed by white-hot pleasure as I was.Sated, my overtaxed mind finally returning to me, I lay sprawled bonelessly across his chest, his softening. Until today. Then I shook my head, not liking to think about the Shift or the time before it. My hand automatically tried to reach for something that wasn't there, still having some of the reflexes of a smoker. I had quit just a month earlier, but some urges still take awhile to fade. It had been a habit that I had gained along with my new body, but it was also one that Keith hadn't really approved of. With that, I finished brushing my hair and touching up my makeup, feeling silly for thinking. "Jason thought to himself, "I could get used to this level of service, real quick."Sure enough, when he got there it was obvious where it was. He could see two mostly open pocket doors at the far end of the Great Hall. They looked like they would be very unobtrusive when closed and he figured that's why he'd missed them.As he paused entering the Great Hall, there was an arm sliding through his as Mandy walked up behind him.She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face saying, "Well, let's.