Not just what did I want to do, but also what did Jill want to do. And not just what did both of us want to do, but what did we have the willpower and...resolve to do?Taking the coward’s way out, I answered Jill’s question with another question. “And not just me, honey. What do you want to do, Jill?”A sad and confused look appeared on Jill’s face, as she looked down at her hands and nervously played with and twisted the rings on her left hand.“I don’t know, honey. I really don’t know,” Jill’s. Sheldon concurred. “It’s like a band of thieves breaking into a remote village’s home to steal a precious Pure Core ... Will you send your Rising City’s Law Enforcement force to chase them across the planet, post factum? Most probably you won’t, even if they’ll kill the mom, dad, their three children and the dog”.Exasperated, Zax snatched several pieces of meat and gobbled them. He then drank his beer, emptying his jug, and gestured for the feline waitress to come back with another.“Mm! Mm! Mm!. Jockey discs and watch them. But, my name had been called.They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her toenails painted in a delicate pink shell shade extended just past the hem.. She'd moved close to him past the middle of the queen sized bed before I'd arrived. He'd been resting his head on his palm and was so. "Jack, I like the way you look, just put on an apron."Sarah got out her most frilly apron. It was handmade by her aunt, pink and white checks with stiff lace sewn onto the apron for feminine decoration. The sleeves were ruffled and it was the least masculine apron in the house. I blushed again as Sarah tied it tightly around me.Getting to work, I chopped the meat and vegetables for the omelet and it only took a little longer than normal. After making the coffee and juice, the griddle work.