The Chief barked out something and Pauhacutec assumed his fighting stance and began slowly moving around Dr. Anderson in a circle. Dr. Anderson moved ...with him, each man making false charges and thrusting his spear at the other. Both men were looking for an opening and building up their fighting nerves.Pauhacutec was fairly confident that he could take this strange yellow haired man–he was a brave and well known warrior and one of the best fighters in the village. He had won many battles with. But I look at her. Something there. The tan. She gets outside, somewhere. Beautiful skin. Not as dark as last summer, though, probably because it's been raining so long we're going to need an ark. Wearing a sweatshirt and jeans under her raincoat.She's been in the little room for ten or fifteen minutes when she pokes her head around the corner and says, "Hey, Abe, can I dump my raincoat somewhere?"Coat in one hand, a small book in the other. I recognize the book--people take it off the shelf. Until he stole what was ours. He might have stayed safe and content with his single whore, our desire directed towards our many targets. We were grateful to him, to Tattoo. He could have his Rachel, even if it deprived us of one blonde. She had been one of the first. Her cunt ripe, her people new and tempting, their energy lulling up a dormant lust until at once our kind lost control, losing our connection with the great energy of the galaxy. His tentacles had driven into her again, the first. She seemed to perk up at this, and pulled my boxers down to my ankles, so I stepped out of them, and she then resumed sucking, this time making a circular motion with her tongue. True to my input, she would periodically move to just kissing my head and flicking the tip with her tongue. “Anything else?” she asked. “Go ahead and literally suck a bit. Just be careful not to suck too hard, I don’t really want a hickey on my dick. Seriously though, you’re doing fine, don’t rush things. Take notice.