" He looked at Harlen, and not favorably, near as the hunter could tell. "Where is your betrothed, Eleean?"She kept her head down. "Dead." She said. "...e were accosted by orcs east of here, and he was killed, and I was grievously injured." She said.He began speaking in elven, words that were both beautiful and sounded very, very hostile. She looked up at him, and her eyes were filled with tears. Then she said. "Speak in Westron, Ceriandel, it is rude to speak in a language those about you cannot. Maybe give her another chance?"The man laughed, "old man, it is certainly none of your business how Iconduct my business. This is an Armani suit. I drive a Porsche 911. I dowhat I do and I do it well. She was hardly qualified for the job to beginwith. She had no experience, no college, and I am fairly certain she didnot even finish high school. She only got the job because during herinterview she told me some sob story of how her parents had died and itwas just her raising her younger sister. I. No Groundhog Day redemption for me, I’m afraid. But I’ve never been as bold as you.” Vivienne shrugged. “I guess us spacetime travellers all have our different ways of coping with the freedom we’ve been granted,” she mused, “but I know that the Viviennes whose bodies I’ve occupied have all been pretty different. All the different ways I could have been, and, of course, somewhere in space and time actually am. On some occasions, the Vivienne I’ve been was pretty tight-arsed, so that’s probably. She was devastated and after many incidents, she had filed for divorce so that she can have a partner who can physically, emotionally and mentally be her husband.Being a regular reader in ISS, I couldn’t stop thinking of this as an opportunity to express my love but also to bang a married virgin hard with all the pleasure my body can muster.I quickly stood up and went near the compartment door calming myself and my dear boy inside the pants. There there, don’t think of me as a sick idiot to.