That wasn’t entirely fair, she realized. There had been that skirmish with an aggressive contraband runner two months ago, one that required cutlass...s and knives to resolve. Gérard had acquitted himself in a handsome fashion that day. He’d relied more on his wrestling skill than his knife work, he told Amélie later, but he’d saved one crewman’s life and had tossed at least three of the other crew overboard.Nevertheless, the routine aboard had begun to wear on her.“Are you tired of this life,. As I told him how shw liked it, I saw him stroking his rather small cock steadily. At this point I was hot myself, and I happily pulled down my trousers for him to see. He did not forcefully grab my cock. Instead, he told me to take his hand and place it on it slowly and softly. From there he did the work, milking my cock with his left hand while stroking his own with his right. I told him it was a secret fantasy of my girlfriend's to have somebody watch us fuck one another. With this, he was. He'd disliked the trees ever since, and wasn’t happy to see the trees appearing with increasing regularity as he and his men approached Darius."You okay, Ashtar?" Oh, I am being fine, Cerebus," Ashtar answered."Okay – you just let me know if we need to stop. I know you're used to just popping around from place to place, not following along on a fast march," Cerebus offered, glancing back up into the tree again as a gust of wind kicked up.Ashtar smiled and said, "Think you the trees will be. He didn’t do what Tiff expected – remain close and engage the other Tiff in melee combat.Instead, he blurred backwards. Out of the way.And Tiff remembered ... she had a laser.So, she flicked her finger wildly. Her glove warmed, then heated, then let out a chirruping alarm, then flashed red, the fingertip smoking faintly in the cool air.But the other Tiff was ... basically a slowly expanding cloud of golden mist.Tiff slowly drifted down towards the ground as Sebastian blurred forward. “Winters!.