Mrs Bennet was sat at the breakfast counter, looking flushed. She watched me walk down the stairs, her eyes on my cock. I was enjoying this, I sat nex... to her, waiting for her to say something. I could almost feel her heart pounding or was it mine. I stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder, I could feel her trembling slightly. ‘is there something else that you’d like me to do before I go, Mrs Bennet.’ I asked. I took my hand off her shoulder, she sighed, lowered her head, then spoke. ‘i know. " Yes, yes," the innkeeper nodded. "A pair of my best rooms. So just have a seat in the common room, and we'll have your dinner out to you. I have a pig roasting on the spit all day. He will be marvelous."I grimaced. How could humans eat animal flesh?"I would prefer a meal of raw vegetables," I told the innkeeper."Oh, my, an elf," she gasped, her eyes drinking in my pale, greenish skin. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. "Holy Mother Slata, what a wonderful night. By all means, madam elf, I. Ian watched the puffs of white breath and he wished he was safe and warm at home.Home? Could he go home?Ian's mind was in turmoil with confusion. He hadn't come to terms with the humiliation from the night before and now he had to deal with what he'd witnessed when he'd returned home earlier. What a mess. What a difference twenty-four hours could make.There was one certainty however, and that was that he'd have to find somewhere warm soon. He was chilled to the bone and was in no frame of mind. A new bubble was created in Princeton, New Jersey. It must have been the work of an idiot savant."Megan paused for a long moment. "Why do you say that?"Alvaro was quiet for a moment, and then his frustration and fear overwhelmed him. His voice took on a tone of fury. "For someone to develop the theories far enough to build what they built, and yet have so little understanding of what they were doing... I can't think of another word for it... Idiot savants... And I can't emphasize the word idiot.