For her work at the reunion this evening, she was dressed in a pair of straight-leg black trousers, a plain white short-sleeve shirt, and quite smart ...lack sneakers; in this ensemble, she looked both neat and pretty – in fact, thought the teacher, pretty neat.Having come to a decision, Raquel jerked the door open and entered the classroom.‘Well, Alice Mason – what do you think you’re doing?’ she snapped curtly.Alice shrieked, dropping the test paper that she had been holding and staggering. Sex quite simply no longer appealed to her. The last time she'd had an enjoyable sexual relationship was when she worked at the Reigate Refugee Centre and that was with a man who was neither a Muslim nor a Jew, but a non-religious Nigerian. Tamara no longer associated sex with pleasure. Sometimes it was the memory of physical abuse that troubled her, but bizarrely she was most often reminded of it on those occasions when the nursing care for which she was now employed most resembled her former. There were 5 rooms and all the curtains were open so I headed for the last one and was surprised to see a guy stood their trying a shirt on in his duds. I looked down and could see his cock clearly in his white jockey style pants and heard my self say “do you want a hand with that?” it looked so gorgeous and I was stood there fixated for what seemed ages when he looked at me and said “you can suck it if you like”. I stepped into his room hung my trousers on a hanger and as I turned around. After a few awkward moments, Alfstanna stepped forward, nodding at the petite elf and standing by her side, arms crossed imposingly. Cailan shot the young Bann a grateful look, but she didn’t look like she felt the need for his approval. The muttering stopped, people obviously not wanting to offend Bann Alfstanna, and the Landsmeet moved on.The treaties Cailan had signed – with Sereda and Lanaya, as well as with Aedan and Alistair – were put on record, and I thought I saw a hint of surprised.