And all I could do was stare at his mind. It wasn't staring, because you don't do it with your eyes, it was like feeling with a sense other than touch... Zai was ... shy, small, kittenish. Everything in his mind was grey and golden. Zai purred against me, his body vibrating along my own. I grinned. I liked what I had seen inside Zai's head. Master or not, I was not being a pushover this time.I rolled Zai over and straddled his hips. Zai grinned. He lifted himself up on his shoulders, keeping his. ‘Surprised that we are more alike than not, outlander? Does it shock you that I feel? I had no mate or children of my own. I just never seemed to have the time and then it seemed too late.’ She clutched his waist as if to hug. ‘We gave one another a family.’ Dion thought to ask, ‘Do many travel outside of Adar?’ ‘Not many. Most believe that we have all we need there and that outlanders have nothing to offer.’ ‘We do seem to be useful when it comes to cleaning up their shit,’ Kestral said. John climbed through the window and rested against it for a while watching Becky while she slept. He had never met her in person and was becoming aroused just by seeing her. He soon realised that the arousal was being in her room without her knowledge or permission. John slowly moved over to the side of Becky's bed, he was so close to her he could hear her breath and smell her scent.As he sat there watching her sleep he realised that her picture did not do her justice. She was beautiful, with. This time he also noted that men seemed to be the first to enter and rush to the preferred seating. The women made better gentlemen and arrived last which would make them have to force their way down each row. He found it funny to watch each of the early sitters having top stand to allow others to pass. Instead of just going to the furthest point and being able to stay seated they had to rise at least ten times. Perhaps they hoped to cop a feel of the ladies as they went past, although that.