I put you through school, you get a degree in something that you want to do."She looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was. I know my co-workers w...ould have been shocked and even questioning my sanity for this. All I knew was I felt I had to help this girl out."I can't. I can't take your money like that." Yes you can. It's not my money anyway. It's my wife's insurance money. From when she died. It's just been sitting there, unused. I don't need it and quite frankly, don't want it either. If. Here, mating is the sex act whether or not for children. Your mate is the person to whom you are connected permanently or, at least, until one or both of you want to end that connection. Picking a mate is a very serious matter. Mating is important, but never serious. It's supposed to be enjoyable. So, do you want to mate me or become my mate?" Yes, to the first," I responded quickly, "You are a beautiful woman and are sexually arousing." Those conclusions on my part were obvious as my cock was. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, and pushed herself away from him.He didn't answer. Just held up a finger in the universal, 'Wait one second,' gesture, and reached the other hand into his mouth. After a little digging around, he pulled out something that had been tucked between his teeth and cheek, on the upper righthand side. It was some sort of thin, wafer-ish device that looked vaguely technological, vaguely magickal. He examined it closely for a moment, then glanced at her, then. I pulled a chair for Amy to my right. God! She’s looking like an angel.Me: I’ve to say, honey. That dress looks fantastic on you!Amy: Really?Me: Yup!Amy: Thanks! Elena didn’t want me to buy it but I insisted. I’m glad that you like it.Me: Have you ever had drinks before?Amy: Of course!Me: Are you sure? Don’t lie to me!Amy: Well. No, actually! Mom wouldn’t let me.Me: That’s okay. You’re going to have just a glass of water!Amy: What? No! I want to drink champagne! I didn’t come here to drink just.