He heard grunting sounds as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.“Sorry old bean,” Geoffrey apologised, “Carried away don’t yo... know.”“Bloody hell,” John replied, “I could have injured myself.”“Don’t stop you old fool,” Miriam urged, “It’s rare enough that he shows any interest in me as it is.”John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee machine and Geoffrey shouted. “John, you turn.” “Don’t be bloody ridiculous,” John. When I got to the tent, I heard muffled voices coming from inside. I didn’t just want to barge in, so I went around to the back tent flap to peek inside. I saw who I recognized as Carlos and Miguel standing with their backs to me, and I made out a little of what they were saying in Spanish. My translation is likely not perfect, but I’ll try my best to convey what they were saying. I thought that I first heard Carlos say, “Chupe los penes Mexicanos cafés (suck our brown Mexican penises).”It was. She stepped out through the tent flap when she was done, and nearly knocked Sierra straight off her feet.“You okay, Leli?” Sierra grabbed her arm, holding on until they were both stable. “I haven’t seen you the last few nights.”“Oh, yes, my friend. How are you?” Leliana distracted the woman with small talk, having no desire to discuss what may – or may not – be happening with Nathaniel. But she made sure to borrow the small stone showerhead the Queen of Orzammar had gifted her, willing herself. “Sammy, I’m Doctor Dean Dornic a Clinical Phycologist. Your mother has explained to me what she perceives as your problem. What do you think it is?” he said.In a typical smart-ass teen fashion, I responded, “My nosey mom.”“Sammy, you do know your mom has your best interest at heart, don’t you?" he said.“Yeah I guess so,” I responded.“Your mom told me of your excessive masturbating. Tell me about it. What drives it? Is it teen girls, or perhaps a mommy fixation? In other words, why do you.