lewd, extract from "The Walls of Anamoor" by QuietValerie
“We’ll start when you’re finished then,” he grinned, standing up and stretching out his back in a yawn. “Meet me in the training room downstairs.”“Dick,” I muttered in his general direction as he left.
That had him pausing, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “What was that phrase you used the other day? Wasn’t it… You are what you eat?”
Ham. Went. Everywhere.