lesson after lesson

Inala pursed her lips as she caught Cara's tunic, only to throw it immediately back at his face at the slip of his tongue. Stop thinking about dicks, I'm right here, she crinkled her nose at him, eyes scrunching a little as she made a face.

I'll give someone a handicap, she muttered, stepping closer to the water. Chip! she called at the Keeper, a wicked, wicked grin on her lips. Peeling off her still damp top, she chucked it toward the sand and settled her hands on her hips. Shifting her eyes toward her vhenan, she tried to nonverbally gesture with them to indicate for him to get a move on.