“ Sie streckte mir ihre Hand entgegen. „Ich bin Monika und du?“, fragte sie mit einem leichten Grinsen im Gesicht. „Lars. Freut mich.“, brac...hte ich hervor, während ich eher sanft ihre Hand nahm und ein leichtes Lächeln über mein Gesicht huschte. „Also Lars… was machen wir nun mit dem Problem mit dem Fernseher?“, fragte mich Monika, nahm die Fernbedienung in die Hand und schaltete ein wenig hin und her. „Ich weiß nicht… Monika. Eigentlich können wir nur beobachten und Kaffee trinken.“ Dann hörte. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the. He held himself to a very high standard, and he held his officers to that same standard. We were expected to hold our non-coms, the sergeants and corporals, to a high standard and we were expected to make sure they held the rest of the troops to a high standard. He expected us to be the best battery in the unit.”Wallace: “So he was a martinet?”Max: “Hardly! Carl had a surprisingly dry sense of humor, and most importantly, the troops respected him. Troops know when an officer knows what he’s. ’ ‘And what are the male aspects of the Deity…of yourself?’ ‘To women, to those like your mother-priestess, I can come as the Lad, the Youth, the Father, and the Graybeard. It was as the Youth that I came to your mother, nearly twenty years ago. Tell me, Abiron, what has your mother told you of the history of this land and of this temple?’ Abiron sat back in his bed, gradually relaxing. At least part of his body did. The presence of the beautiful creature in front of him inflamed his groin, but.