If Celia found somethingwrong with that explanation, she didn't give any signs of this. She camewith an instrument, which she called a "piercing gun",... placed in myleftearlobe and pushed hard. I felt a small discomfort, but I couldn't callthat properly pain. After that, she placed a delicate earring, forming asmall white flower with five petals and repeated the procedure in myright earlobe, saying I should keep that in place until my skin healed.During all time I felt the arousal growing. In my. "Lori, don't shoot. It's me Lizzie." Why are you stumbling around in the woods and who is the girl with you? You were not sent out to gather the down-trodden, especially elves." Things got complicated at the inn, I had to leave early. This is Serri, an indentured servant that I rescued, a half-elf as you can see. She needed to be saved and you would have done it in my place if you were there. I'll tell you all about it, but we need to move now, we're in danger."Lori relaxed the tension on her. Angela looks ill at ease. She slowly opens the fridge. I watch her pour ice water in two glasses. She drops in some lemon pieces, hands me one of the drinks. “You know Meredith,” she whispers, while taking a sip; “This night of group sex, this eh… well… ‘group grope’... this was my initiation. My first step. Sia was right. It didn’t really matter who they were. All that mattered was how good it felt. I held onto the headboard. I heard all this whispering in Japanese. I pushed up my chest as two. "Is he all right?" she asked."Yes, he's fine. Would you like to come and see him?" Oh, yes please." She paused uncertainly. "I-is he awake?" Oh, yes and," she added with a twinkle, "no tubes either." Oh gosh!" Lottë's face lit up. "Thank you, Lord," she breathed."Was it a stroke," she asked."No not really. It's often called a mini-stroke though. The proper name is a transient ischaemic attack." Could he have another one?" Yes but if he looks after himself he'll probably be all right but wait.