He has no--no outlet for his--his energies; it makes him nervous at times, and excitable..." Her voice trailed off and she sipped at her drink, though...tfully. When she spoke again, it was as if she was changing the subject. "How do you like being here, Doris, at Romily Manor?"The liqueur had made Doris feel relaxed and mellow; her body still felt sexually excited and thrills continued to ripple, at unexpected moments, from her belly to her clitoris, but she was getting used to her state of. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once,. "Jay, I am really sorry. Not just for tonight but I want us to be good friends. I don't know why I say some of the things I do." She explained."I do!" I said."Then tell me." First of all you have gotten away with these things all your life and no one ever stood up to you. Your family is that way because they are your family and they have to." Go on!" Your friends let you get away with it because they accept that it is the way you are and they just want to be friends. Although they wish you. No matter how I try to hide something from her, she always manages to know or find out. Eris can’t do any better than me.”“It’s got to be a motherly thing,” Ivy ponders aloud. “So is that what we’re doing right now?”Brady nods as a smile crawls on his face. “We are, but not for my mother. We’re going to do this to benefit us.”“And you’re going to let me in on this, right?” Ivy asks with a small chuckle.Brady smiles again. He laughs lightly, not able to keep it from his voice. “We’re going to.