And she hated oatmeal… So much for a yummy breakfast then. With a scowl Dante yanked the box of raw oats out of the cabinet and fetched a small pot ...to boil it in. She had never been picky with her choice of food, but some of the natives of Junsen had visited their new ‘neighbor’ to give her welcome gifts. Which so happened to be several bags of self grown groceries and homemade ‘peace’ quilts. She’d eaten her fill of yogurt and fruit and hadn’t seen the need to go shopping since the town was so. But I'm not entirely sure this isn't a fool's errand." Pru's skeptical tone contradicted her own growing awareness of Terry's sincerity. He was seriously committed to what he was doing, even though Pru still wasn't sure what that was."It's not, I assure you," Terry said. "But I want to ask you about some other things; we can talk about the product later. Were did you get your languages?" My family were sort of itinerant teachers. Both of them taught languages — Dad taught French and German, Mom. Tracy sighed, said “Now that’s what I call good muscle control” and ground her cunt and ass down into the thick pool of liquid that filled the forest of hair on his chest. “Wow,” murmured Mel, “that was so hot. I’m glad you didn’t do that on my face.” That made Tracy laugh, saying back “Yeah, but I bet Tina would love it. I’ll have to show it to her some time.”That required a long use of the shower, and it wasn’t until early evening that they finally made it down for a small dinner and drinks. It's different." You mean you're not saying no? This doesn't fit any formula." All the more reason to go with it. Tell you what. There's this restaurant in town, Seaside Clam Shack. Come pitch it to my partners as well. Be there at 7:00."He looked surprised. I hadn't shot him down. I was probably his last resort. After all, we had sex in everything. We even featured (possibly) underage sex with our orgy stuff. Of course if people saw what we were cooking up...Shows get stale. You need fresh.