I could introduce you to Borealan bathing culture.”“Yeah, that sounds good,” Dennis replied.“They are some distance away. Because of the Patri...rch’s refusal to share any of his technology I do not have my own shuttle. When I come down from the pole, I have to use an atmospheric craft, it is many multiples slower. Perhaps I can arrange the use of the shuttle on this occasion if his favorite ambassador requires transport and nobody else is making use of it because of the cold.”“I’m sure he’ll. I wondered why she was being so compliant and then I saw the little girl waiting at the checkpoint for her mama to come back from playing with the nice soldiers in the redcoats.Needless to say I was filled with a black rage that comes on me at times usually when I am feeling like I am getting cornered or walking into an ambush that is I am unable to avoid.Finally, they were finished with her and she limped back over to her little one and they wheeled their wagon down the road to the market. You know I have a place for you here in Centerville. And, I know you still love him; we'll make the divorce as painless for him as possible if he does—I mean even if he does dump you. I mean I really do know you love the guy too..." There is no painless divorce, Gabe. They're all painful and that to the nines. But, I understand what you're saying."Gabe, we're going to have to cool it for a while at the minimum. I will let you know if I can ... if we can..." Okay, I understand. Love you." Love. With a light sigh, Kim opens the large sliding door on the side and climbs in, followed by me, I close the door firmly behind them. Kim sits on the seat about a foot away from me, looking at me uneasily. "Aren't you going to take it out...?" I snicker and shake my head. "You're my little geisha. I want you doing the work, starting with showing me those beautiful little tits of yours." Kim frowns but does as she's told, reaching up and pulling off her halter straps. "Geisha is Japanese," she.