She rummaged around the pantry and decided that this would be a good morning for waffles. She grabbed the package of pancake mix."I'm making waffles. ...Would you set the table please?" Raven asked."Waffles? I love waffles."Cat, like a lot of people, usually had waffles in restaurants. She liked waffles, but seldom had them because it was breakfast dish that required special equipment to make. To her, it was always a special treat.While Raven cooked and Cat set the table, Andrew was in his. “Why must you be here?” she demanded. “Again?”“I ask again, Elfhelm: why are you here? Why do you follow me into the shadows, night after night? Are you so desperate for unwilling company?”The word “unwilling” hit its target even harder than she’d intended, and Elfhelm winced in response. Before he could utter a word in defense she’d angrily bade him extinguish his small light, and while he could see no more than the faintest outline of her form, he noted that she’d again done little to cover. “Oh God,” I groaned as I started to stroke at my aching cock. Sweat was sticking loose strands of Anita’s hair to her forehead and high cheek bones as she knelt, and searched in the bag. She drew out a metal contraption which looked like scissors but with two blunt flanges at the end which formed a ring about an inch deep. The ring opened as Anita squeezed the handles of the contraption. I recognised it from the medical documentaries I avidly watched, uh hmmm, ok, from porn, as a speculum. . Jack felt sick as he walked through the hotel still dressed as astewardess. While he knew that no one in the hotel thought there wasanything strange about him, he was aware that the people he met at theairport certainly would once they saw his employee identification card.They checked out of the hotel without incident and Jack carried hispurse towards the curb as Gretchen hailed a cab for them. They got intothe cab and made their way back to the airport.As the cab made its way to the airport,.