"You and coffee in the morning? How does one guy get so lucky?"I smiled and offered him his cup. "I though we could talk." OK," he said a bit warily."...Jared, I'm done. I don't know if you are, but I am." Done with what?" he asked even more warily."Done with what happened last night. I told you I had discovered a wanton harlot living within me, right? Well, I let her come out last night. I let her take over. And she got what she wanted. And then she left, for good." I took a breath. "I don't. Schoenfelder was surprised by her bald sex, and so he bent over and was closely watching as he rubbed in some of the oil. He used the oil to get her good and moist. The King liked the way her smooth skin seemed to just suck it up as he took his time and massaged it in.Once he was satisfied with the result he then stood up and got in to position.Schoenfelder had already lathered himself up with some oil to help him more easily penetrate her, and was getting ready to enter Ariel in one push. He. There were fourteen of them, and six were following the guys around while the other eight were leaning against the pen's fence to visit with the large cashda in it.Jortah came over as we dismounted."What did you call the small ones? They don't act a bit like the larger ones do." They are donkeys, and they are usually a little curious when they don't feel threatened," I said."Well they don't seem to feel threatened at all then. Most of them tried to help us eat our breakfast. We actually had to. ’ ‘Point, please.’ I said. I was still uncomfortable, and him talking about girls like a horny pervert was not helping things. ‘Right, right. You’re probably wondering who I am and whatnot. Well first of all I’m not entirely real.’ I blinked. ‘What the hell does that mean?’ I asked. He responded by disappearing in a puff of smoke to reappear again, only now he had his legs hooked over my hanging ceiling light, so he was upside down looking at me. ‘I mean, I don’t conform to humanity’s.