”Still giving me a doubtful look, she handed me to bag with the rest of the treasure. A few coins- including a surprising amount of what appeared to... be platinum coins- and a pair of small vials, only containing a dark brown, viscous liquid, the other something watery and a pale lavender. And, of course, my signet ring.I stowed the bit of treasure in my bag for later. “We’ll sort this stuff out in town. Come on, we ought to get Voss to a healer.”The trip down the mountain was easier than the. There’s always something electrifying about having someone else pleasure you. Sure, doing it myself would be faster and more efficient, but much less fun. As Jasmine’s fingers started to rub me at first I was tense, second-guessing myself. It didn’t take long for me to relax into it and enjoy her though.Where my motions were practiced and mechanical, hers were exploratory and curious. She was trying things, and watching my reactions, taking notes in her head. I had to bite my lip to keep myself. "I thought you would have pictures..." she whined."Well, we will. But you have to decide which ones you want. I couldn't print all 400 of these. It would cost a fortune!" I told her. "Now you look through the contact sheets and decide which ones you want. Then I can blow them up to 4 by 6 or 8 by 10 or whatever you want." Oh," she said. "I just thought..." Yeah," I interrupted. "You thought this was FotoMat, and you'd get double prints and everything." Sorry," she replied. "Guess I'm just a. Flying in a twin prop can be a bumpy ride, especially for quite so many hours. Who takes a deteriorating Q400 this fucking far? Still, it can't get me down for long. I am really happy right now. I keep looking over at Harriet and seeing the excitement all over her face, and I can't help but grin sheepishly. Every time, she asks me "What?", and every time I tell her it's just that I like her so much. She doesn’t know what to do with that information, but I can tell that it’s at least making her.