There were more on his back, too.One by one, Orcs pointed and explained what the scars meant, until finally they fell silent, watching him gravely. Ni...e scars, nine different patterns. Some of the Orcs had identical designs painted on their skin. Reikar had no fewer than four, more than any of the others.As if reading his thoughts, the big Orc spoke. “We have no chief, unlike other clans,” he explained. “Some think that foolish, that it makes us weak, but that is not the truth. We are circular,. " He increased the pressure on her breast."Yeah, you've got something other than a book in your hand, too. Mmmmmmm..."He withdrew his hand, ignoring her pout, and quickly discarded her shirt. He undid her bra, and lowered his mouth down to her nipple."Oh... yeah... you'd better enjoy this while it lasts, Snugglebear, in about six months you have to loan those things out."He looked up at her. "Planning on breastfeeding?" Absolutely." Good. The pediatrician in me wholeheartedly approves." I knew. This time though, with what he had planned, it would take somewhat longer. The putrid smell, meandering up his nose was one he hoped he would never have to endure again. Reaching the door, he listens to make sure The Rat is alone. The last thing he needed is to have barged in and come face to face with a group of drunken squatters. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not. She cried for a while, and then her breathing became deeper and more regular. After a while longer, she fell asleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing, and I, too, went back to sleep.A movement awakened me, and I saw that it was morning. Sharon sat next to me on the sleeping bag, examining her shirt critically. “I wish I’d gotten some clothes. I have exactly one outfit.” She smiled at me. “Good morning.”A mostly nude Sharon was a good morning, indeed. “Good morning.” I sat up and.