shower

that Hitachi intended to

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Out

“Complain?” He touched a hand to his chest, then used that same hand to point up at his own face, as if to say, ‘Who, me?’. “Perish the thought, Veronica. You are not a woman who has ever given a man a reason to complain. But then again, I always knew exactly who, and what, I was getting into bed with.”

His smile, when it comes this time, is slow to form, his eyes holding a deep warmth. He does not chase that wave any further, for indeed, that ship had long since sailed for them. But, the affection remained undiminished, all the same.

“Even if I do take time away, now and again. Alexander urges it too, though the fact that he too is married to the work does somewhat diminish the impact of the imploring.”

He glanced at the tea, never his drink of choice, and wished for something stronger. It was diversion enough though to allow him to slip on a mask of innocence when you mentioned St Giles. “I have heard that the good presbyters have an understanding with certain folk, and that they are duly compensated for not asking too many questions.”

Too many, or indeed, any, questions, which was the demand he made, on his side of the negotiation. It was not a difficult point to press, given what he had showed those men of faith prior to making his case.

“I must ask though, how you came to hear of such things. Surely the affairs of the cross and cloth are beneath you?”

ASS

Alice
Sucks
Sausage

SAUSAGE

Hmmmm...nice pics...This room really needs a gallery.

looks in

Smiles cheerfully glad to be of some help to you

YOGA

Your
Orgasms
Gush
Amishly

…it’s a new adverb…

AMISHLY

InVeigle has started a new game with the following players:
InVeigle

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 0 3 5 9 6 9 6 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " i n v e i g l e " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " i n v e i g l e " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 0 3 5 9 6 9 6 }

YOGA

You're
Often
Getting
Ass

with a line like that ~s~

ASS

Relaxing immensely as you place that cold flannel over her head. Breathing deep and taking cleansing breaths in and out.

SYNERGY

Sadly,
You
Never
Experienced
Rear-
Grinding
Yoga

YOGA

YABBOS

Yonder
Amish
Buggy
Bounces
On
Synergy

SYNERGY

Pauses doing that to place a cold flannel on your head. Hoping that it will help relax you a bit

She wasn’t above the use of a little glamour to appease her vanity, but even magic had its limits. That, and she had always prized herself on being exactly as she was with her lovers. You included. Time may have finally put an end to your physical affair, but the love still endured.

“I do not recall you complaining at the time, or should I say at any of the times.” Her own chuckle, low and throaty, sounded in perfect harmony with yours. Although she had never had to resort to her ‘tricksy games’ with you, the attraction had been real enough without having to resort to base bewitchment.

Returning that gentle squeeze, she slips her hand free from yours and reaches for her cup. Even the mightiest of oaks needed some help begetting its little acorns. Although she, herself, had only ever had the one daughter, all those years ago. Had only ever found one bloodline worthy of mixing with hers, and then left, to keep their child a secret from him.

A secret she still kept from him.

“Perhaps… Although you would have to promise not to work while we were there.” A non-committal response if ever there was one, albeit masked behind a request that suggested she would consider it.

She takes a long slow sip of her tea, making no effort to hide her smile as she adds, deftly changing the subject “Which reminds me, I hear St Giles received a very generous donation from your charity last week.”