The smile etched on his face ever so slightly menacing.“She’s lovely Chad,” Ian’s thick Irish accent sent a jolt to my system, “and you say ... can do anything,”“Chad,” I managed to whisper, “what on earth?”“This is Ian, we went to college together, I told him about you and he said he wanted to meet you. I’d very much like to watch him take you.” “Chad,” I protested as Ian walked in a slow circle around me, like a shark circling its prey, “I’m not sure about this.”“I won’t let him hurt you baby,. ”The two of them continued to work, with Noah expanding the pit and Tin gathering the clay. Once he was done, he smoothed out the sides of the pit and then began slathering on the clay that Tin had gathered. He used the leftover clay to make some cups and bowls and put them in the fire to bake. He built a second fire, this time putting it in the pit. It was with a softer wood. He didn’t even need to see Tin’s face to sense the curiosity within her. “I’m making a wash basin. No offense, but you. Moesha introduced us to a lovely pastry, which just hit the spot without filling us up. A croissant, I think?" At Theresa's nod, she finished, "So we're all ready for the day. If you've got a few minutes, we have a question we'd like to ask you." My time is yours; ask away."Conseula paused, drew a deep breath, and blurted out. "Will you make us pregnant, please? Both of us? The room says we'll ovulate later today or tonight, and that if you take us this morning it will make it slightly more. “You didn’t do a very good job shaving me.”“I-I-I did,” he stuttered“No you didn’t Larry. When I was drying myself just now I felt some bristle,” she told him. “Not much, I agree, but all the same there was bristle there. I consider it sloppy workmanship Larry and I can’t stand sloppiness.”“I-I-I... ““See for yourself,” she responded as she rested her hands on his shoulders and guided him down on his knees.Moments later she was pressing her mound against his face. Larry sought her with his.