““Connor strode confidently into the light-filled image. His body blurred for a moment and then there he was, standing among the crates. He paused, stretching his arms and yawning, and then suddenly dropped his pants and mooned us. "Oh God, Connor!" Adne groaned. "Get through there and bite him, Shay." "I'm not coming, remember?" Shay objected, but he laughed. "Even if I was, I wouldn't bite his ass." "Maybe Calla will," Adne grinned. "Not likely," I muttered though on a second glance I had to admit that Connor's ass wasn't that bad to look at.””
