Every time I see a white bois dicklet they seem to get smaller. She dropped the blankets. I feel back on my standard line when my wife was mad at me ...and I was unsure what to do, Im sorry. She stared at me as if waiting for something. Then finally spoke, Goddess. I didnt know what she meant, What? Her hand lashed it and slapped me across the face. It was hard enough to let me know this want a game yet lacking the force to leave a mark. Im sorry, Goddess. She said putting emphasis on Goddess.. ”I’m V, spelt, V.E.E.”“Are you now?”"And you are?”“Carla.”“So, how come you’re alone? Matt told me you were, and I simply couldn’t believe it.”“I’m a long way from home and travelling alone,” which wasn’t exactly true but I wasn’t going to tell her too much. I wasn’t looking for romance now was I?“Let me buy you a drink and see if we like each other?”She placed her small rucksack on a neighbouring stool, sat down and ordered us a drink. And like her, I did. The thing about some butch women,. Apart from anything else, their Julias insist on it. -- "To explain where we are now. I recently built this for the three of you and for my family to share and use whenever you and we want. I call it 'Refuge', which isn't a name that has much relevance in this dimension. In other dimensions - where Mark slowly gained his powers - he, his family and your counterparts had some very bad experiences with the Government and other troublemakers, so the name 'Refuge' has more meaning for them. --. The wind didn’t help much either going back, all it did was drive the rain straight into our faces and going back over that bridge we were exposed to the full brunt of it, by the time we got back which seemed to take ages, our clothes were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us, wet to the bone, cold and uncontrollable shivering, and to top it all the electricity went off so I couldn’t even do us a hot drink, I struggled to get my clothes off my hands were numb with cold and.