“Nice to meet you, Selalea.”“You as well. Should I call you King Jonathan?”I rapidly shook my head. “No, thank you. I’m not a fan of the w...hole king thing. Jonathan is fine.”“Jonathan, then. The price for allowing your people to scan mine is the relocation of my species when you depart.”“Relocation?” I asked, totally flabbergasted. “What makes you think we have that capability? Why would you want to leave, anyways?”“I know more than I initially let on. I know there are well over one hundred. His body was pretty bullet riddled but the kill shot was right between the eyes and I knew that was mine. I guess everyone fed him a little lead just to get the frustration out of their system from being tied down for so long unable to do much of anything.I showed him the pictures trying to be discreet and not have "Cindy" the light-skinned black waitress from seeing us look at pictures of the good-looking naked white lady with the black cocks hitting her from both ends at the same time. I. He did interrogate Vasin intently, both for the healer’s own story and for further details regarding Nefiume and the danger that the undead represented.“I will share this information with any who pass by.” He promised, once they admitted that they didn’t know anything more.They weighed anchor at dusk, with John occupying his spot in the lookout and Vasin helping chart their course. They skirted the Channel for two more days, sailing southwest but keeping an island or two, or the shallows around. He slowed down his motions, wanting to savor every moment. A small drop of precum covered his cockhead, a harbinger of what was to come.Wanting to see the photos one more time, Steve spun around in the chair and opened his eyes."Holy Shit!" Steve cried out as he jumped up in the chair, dropping his cock.Standing at the edge of the desk was one of the cleaning ladies. Steve had seen her on many late nights, pushing her cleaning cart from office to office. But he had always ignored her, he didn't.