Kathy came and sat on the couch, but not close.“What’s going on?” she asked. “I thought this was about sex.”“It is. But not sex like you h...ve; sex like I have. And that starts with talking.”“I don’t get it.”“I know. That’s the point, isn’t it? Tell me what happened at your party.”“I offered to have sex with you, you started, then got mad and told me to get dressed. You said that you had better sex jerking off than I was offering,” she said, her brow furrowing as some anger crept in, remembering. Sheasked if he liked to cook and he told her he did. She told him shesaw the carpet cleaner marks in the living room and asked him if hehad done that. He told her he had. She was impressed. Her mind started working. She thought about how nice it would beto come home to this every night. He was in the kitchen cleaningup. She thought about how nice he looked in her dress, and withthat apron on he looked just the way a wife should look. She wasused to bossing people around and began wondering,. Faoril’s red robes lay in the middle of the deck, discarded. My stomach twisted. “Where’s Faoril?” “Below deck,” Minx said. “I think she fucked every sailor on the Golden Hunger four times. They were at it all night. That girl really loves cocks.”“And cum,” I muttered.“She’s your lover, right? Maybe she didn’t like you fucking the captain all night.”“She’s a mage. Female mages are all cum-sluts.” And maybe it was good. Maybe she would be in a better mood after being gangbanged. “You should find. Thomas felt himself harden under his clothes at that look. The taller boy stepped softly on bare feet towards him. He crouched down in front of Thomas and undid the catches on his sandals, light touches to the blond boy's heels coaxed him to step out of them and Sera took the footwear and placed them neatly under the coffee table. He knelt up and drew down the fly of Thomas's jeans with slow movements, peeling away the fabric gently and placed the garment with the shoes. He seemed to avoid.