" "I can't believe this. I never suspected anything like that. How... what kind of relationship do you guys actually have?" "It's quite normal and bor...ng, really. Much like the way you know us but we do argue a lot, and that's where our differences come out. George is a talker. He has a big mouth and is often the one to start the argument, sometimes over nothing at all, just for the sake of it, almost. He is also a man of peace and would never hurt a fly. You know, the pacifist kind of guy. I. It's worth all the boob-abuse we have to put up with all week, for this kind of relief!The sounds of relief were all over the dance hall. The Titshurt wives were cooing, sighing and moaning in pleasure, and other than the cracking sound coming from the riding crops, and the prurient grunts coming from the men, all Tara could hear, from every corner of the hall, bouncing and echoing off the walls and ceiling, was the sound of overdue relief coming from the luscious, lipsticked mouths - some wide. It wasn’t because she was his daughter’s friend, he knew that. Having thought it over it was clear to him that along with her freely giving up her virginity to him, she was really sexually innocent at heart. Everything he did with her was novel to the girl. She had a love of bondage that pleased him but not a love of pain, which she openly admitted to him and this displeased him.Nonetheless, the Emir, in contrast to the other women of his harem, looked on Nicola as a sort of daughter to be. "Alchemists make the chemicals that go into them, then men called 'munitioneers' build them. She sniffed the sharp tang of the material used in the flare. "It reeks, but seems to help men at night, which is a boon, I am sure." She said, eyeing the withering husk dubiously.They took off their weapons, and laid them very close to their sides as they crawled back into the blankets. They were both very tired, and soon slept.They awoke with breakfast being served them by the baron's own cook. "By.