.. ?”“The mess called politics. Gordy’s right. Stay away from professional politicians. If they need a job done, do it. But don’t get involved....”“That’s going to be tough.”“No, it won’t be. You do the chores, like in the Sturt, up near Milbrodale, and out west. But you stop. You don’t follow the breadcrumbs or the white bird to the witch’s gingerbread cottage.”“You’ve got the tale mixed up, but you’ve made your point.”“OK. We’ll I’m going to start writing; you go marketing: several days of lunch. " Jabba's palace was too well guarded. I had to get you out of there," Luke explained. "Just trust me, Han. And be ready." I can hardly wait," Solo sighed.Jabba sipped from a large goblet of wine and stared at the firm little ass of his pretty slave girl, barely covered by the back of her dark red teal-skirt. He looked forward to fucking it with his tail after he finished executing her friends. He planned to take her with him that night to his Mos Eisley townhouse and spend the entire evening. And the only reason you could tell it was a man's body was because of the clothes and the lack of tits. He'd tried to avoid Stephen at lunch times - and was yet to tell him of his plight. Well, what could he say? He'd already lost his body hair, had his eyebrows plucked, had his beard electroysised, and had an insanely feminine haircut - curls with highlights. Stephen didn't seem to notice really, which just confirmed how much of a sissy he must have looked even without the beauty. . you know you are always welcome here. That this is a safe place for you. A natural place for you. I feel as if you are one of us already dear. No harm but only peace and pleasure will come to you here. I know you feel it. I want you to listen to my voice and just relax and listen with your inner ear. I will help you to find treasures you have never dreamed of. As you hear my voice you will relax more and more. You will feel yourself sinking into a warm pool of faith now. Faith in me and what.