Yaa seemed enthralled by the place. He could understand that. Some of the design choices WERE ingenious. He had never thought of Watu as inventive. No... that Harveen wasn't, and it was best he stop that train of thought now.His Grace stopped at the end of the dock, those behind following suit. The waiting leaders bowed, the deepest ones perhaps the least sincere. King James bowed his head. Well, more of a nod. One of the Watu stepped forward, an intricate feather toga covering his grey fur. He. I got something hot and wet to scrub THAT with. Come and get it, Sweetie. It's ready for ya." She threw back the covers to remind him that she always slept in the nude. He couldn't ignore such a blatant invitation.He went the rest of the way into the bed, gathering her in his arms, and kissing her like he had dreamed of, every night he had been gone. Her arms and legs enveloped him, and her lips surrendered to his, in several long, hot kisses, that were full of love, and affection. Her breasts. This time I wasn’t taking any chances with having passenger problems. I sat in the back next to a tall girl with tufts of blond and blue hair. Her having a safety pin through her cheek made me feel right at home. The bus now was real quiet. We was in the last leg of the trip up the Jersey turnpike. Lucinda, the girl next to me, had a blanket over her so I asked if she was cold. ‘Naaa,’ she said and flung open the blanket so I could see her jeans were down at half mast and a large purple thingy. "My living room. Let's take your car." she said, and smiled. Her smile was like a bright light and I decided to follow it, like a moth. She took my hand briefly, squeezed it then let go. That simple gesture made me feel great. Things got brighter and I could see more clearly. I don't know, maybe I had just started caring a little. I haven't really cared about what happened to me for a while now, three years. We took our time and walked the three blocks to Safeway where I parked. We didn't talk,.