I opened the door."So, you're the girl who stole my girlfriend!" the blonde yelled."Who are you?" I asked."I'm Martinique," she said.I then realized t...his must be the camera operator who had breasts and abig cock."Is Layla expecting you?" I asked."No," she said."I'll ask if she wants to talk to you," I said, and closed the door.I went back to the bedroom."Martinique is at the front door. She seems a bit upset," I said."Tell her to go away. I told her I didn't want to speak to her ever againand I. Derek! Yeah - hi! Didn't recognise you with your clothes on! Hahaha!" He laughed too, but rather less hysterically than me."You live on this route, then?" he said."Yeah. About half a mile further on from the terminus." Hey, if you don't mind hanging around at the depot for a bit, I can give you a lift. I've got my carthere." Oh no - you really don't have to ... (What?!! Don't be a fucking twat! It's DOUBLE DECKER DEREK for fuck's sake!!) ... er ... I mean, well... I mean - if you really don't. He shuddered, his body spasming as he fought against his natural urge. He wanted to give me this rapture. He wanted to fulfill his need.And didn't. He restrained himself.A pity. Then I could squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, punishing him for his—The door to my bedchambers opened. I shuddered, letting my orgasm die as I tasted my lamia slave's presence. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy buzzed through my veins. I savored the post-coital euphoria.“You are intruding, Shilia,” I hissed, squeezing so. "We had a contest of wills," Ban-Den answered, shortly. "It is not evil nor does it mean us lasting harm, though it will perform acts of mischief, such as that last one. It means to determine if we ... you, McAllister, and by extension Lady Sable, and then I would suppose me, are worthy enough of it. What its purpose is, I could not divine, but it is aware of itself a small amount, and aware of the world to a lesser degree."He took a breath, and then finished. "It is also vindictive. It did not.