It was an unconscious gesture, and one which resembled a friendly salute to the world-at-large."Our first order of business, should be getting you cle...ned-up, Eddie," Sven suggested in his slow, baritone voice. "Your whole back-side is wet with mud and dirty water." Is it?" Eddie asked as he reached back with a probing hand. "Oh, look at that! Such a mess..." he remarked, craning his head back to get a closer look.The two of them looked around and realized that Eddie had been sleeping with his. Finding the perfect image in a larger shot has always been quietly fulfilling. When I showed the work to Siobhan and Francine, their response was gratifying. I was feeling mellow and contented when I found Sean. That lasted half a second. One look at him and I wanted to rip his clothes off. Worse, I wanted to rip mine off, but I was trussed like a 19th century Chinese woman’s foot. For the first time, my restrictive undergarments really bothered me. Thank heaven for my Teddybear. Sean wasted no. "Well, let me have the captain's chair so I can try," Joey said, ignoring my grin.I stood up, then once he sat down, I walked behind him and started giving his shoulders a rubbing."Tim, are you trying to distract me from this?" Joey said after minute."No, not really," I admitted. "But it's nice to know I can." Come on," he said, pulling the other chair closer beside him and patting its seat.I had reformed the swap links around lunch time without any warning pings from my brain, and had spent. The shadows shifted around her, lifting, rushing past her toward the end of the room. They wove themselves into tightly-knit sheets across each high arched window. Then she chanted another word and the curtains followed, adding another protective layer over the watchful windows, shunning out the world. Satisfied with her work, Senka strode further into the chamber. She lifted an intricately painted hand. Six pearlescent orbs, gifts from her father, lifted around the females, casting an array of.