I told the boys with active pagers to use the Angels, Cutie and Creamy.I snagged Baby near the start of the evening. "You been loaded yet?" I asked hi...."Twice, Papi." Good. Come on." We left the reception hall and went down a quiet, currently empty hall."On your knees, Baby." I ordered."Here?" So face that way and keep watch." I chuckled, pushing him down. I got behind him, pulled his pants past his ass and pulled out the pager.There was lots of jizz for me to feed on and Baby mewed erotically. Let it all out girl."After having calmed down I shook my head again. The braids touched mycheeks."Please, would you please make it just one braid if you insist on mehaving braids. It would look more adult. Right now I look like a manwith a little girl's hair-do. It is too embarrassing. Please."She stroked my hair and relented."Ok, a French braid then it is."After having it done she lightly kissed me on my cheeks. My hair were sotightly braided that I thought I felt every wisp of hair."Now we. Melinda has always been a morning person. Every semester she has had classes first thing, and even when school is out, she gets up early to exercise and then go to work. I was vaguely aware of her slipping quietly out of the bed.It was just before dawn. There was still light coming into the room from behind the curtains from the streetlamps outside the condo, but the softness of natural sunlight was beginning to show through, too.As I blinked back the cobwebs, I watched her moved silently. “The convention? Probably just after sunset,” the Barkas replied.The Adventurers’ Convention! Vennoa cursed under her breath. That strange man must be responsible somehow. He had been going on and on about the convention when they met that first night. Knowing that there was little more she could do, Vennoa kept her head down and waited patiently for the caravan to make its way there. Who knows? Maybe I will learn about my powers after all.After a few more hours of a long, boring, bumpy, ride..