He skipped (skipped!) over to me and kissed me, soft and wet, on the lips.He skipped (skipped!) over to me and kissed me, soft and wet, on the lips. I had my revenge on him by pressing my mitt to the cold stone while I held his attention, then sliding it into his robes. He squealed when I found his privates. "P'nyssa!" he sputtered. "Don't do that!" "But you need it to wake up in the morning. And for embarassing me like that. You're over three centuries old, Ken. Aren't you going to learn to act your age?" "Never!" he said. "Where's my rapier so I can make appropriate gestures?" He leapt up on the stone bench around the firering and, raising one hand, said, "I shall not yield one whit of maturity, not grace, not respectibility, to the passing of time. I declare that I shall forever be, if not a child, certainly childish." "Why not just be a child?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Children, my good lady coimelin, do not get laid. |