I backed the foresail and got her back on course, thinking of coffee.Grace appeared, rubbing her eyes. She'd taken the trouble to dress, or, perhaps, ...ad never undressed. "You slept, didn't you?" Something like that," I admitted."Well, I'm awake now," she said, "and I'm quite well rested, so you can go to bed, can't you?"I might have protested, but my sluggish mind resisted and I bowed to the inevitable. "Keep an eye open for the CalMac ferry, though. I think they run in the afternoon, but. She just has to train them then at battle show where to shoot." "A woman shouldn't need to go to war," Isaiah objected. "It shows weakness to Billingsly by getting females to fight against men. Granted, my daughter is talented in many aspects of warfare but she is the exception, not the rule." "I am aware of that, sir," Mark agreed. "However, we need to use our very best. Offa is threatening to remove any freed men and their families back into serfs and vassals." "After all my husband did for. It gripped somehow and held my mouth open; and tightly enough to prevent closure. Out of the side of my eye, I could see Xena move in with the camera.Then, to my amazement, I saw Pam pull off her shorts and pants and stand astride me, gleefully looking down into my face. I felt jolt of excitement as I looked directly up between her legs, and witnessed her very hairy pubis from which dangled a pair of very large labia. Who would have thought? With both hands, she pulled the labia aside to reveal. There was nothing in seventeen scientific databases of anything resembling Gizmo. She’d ploughed through ScienceDirect, PubMed, JSTOR and DeepDyve and drawn blanks everywhere. By rights, Gizmo didn’t exist.“I need a coffee I think, Gizmo. I’ll be back in a bit.”The door closed and locked behind her. She slowly walked down the corridor, chastising herself for talking to it. After all, it’s only a six-legged octopus, isn’t it?She poured a splash of milk into her Americano and turned to look for a.