Go
deep throat
a cactus
She spreads her hand in a wide shrug. “I don’t know, man. You could always say you’re looking for someone on the Notice Board. Might have a better chance with Outlanders than Naturals, too.” They've never had a personal posted on the board, and she's loathe to set a precedent, but there's a first time for everything. "Or ask around." If only she knew more about the redheaded entertainer, she might try to set them up for that, even if the woman is lacking certain parts. At least with that suggestion, she knows he's likely to face less pushback. The Outlanders have Ascended-like people in their worlds. Here, the super devoted would rather spit on you than let you into their house. Despite being a Natural and the only one who can speak for two thousand people, Wessex knows she will never be truly supported by some of them.
Time to change the subject. Not because she’s tired of talking about sex, but because it seems to have come (ha ha ha) to a natural end. “So what about you. Where ya from, what did you do there?” All that necessary filler and small talk stuff.
Time to change the subject. Not because she’s tired of talking about sex, but because it seems to have come (ha ha ha) to a natural end. “So what about you. Where ya from, what did you do there?” All that necessary filler and small talk stuff.
