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<br/>​</div>The beautiful kittens certainly took care of him, and Marek found out one particular thing about himself. His stamina was extraordinary. His main problem was learning when to go faster, when to slow down, where he could put fingers and where not to, and all the little things that actually made sex fantastic. If there was an award for pounding a female into the bed nonstop until she passed out - Marek would win. But there was no true passion behind it, and he was learning to slow down and enjoy things and to make sure he took care of his lovers in ways besides deep penetration. Which was actually quite nice sometimes, but he needed to learn a tender touch. With the trio of females and their instructions, he soon began to learn just what he was doing besides wielding that rod between his legs and by the time morning came around each of them walked on wobbly legs and had bright smiles. Marek himself was also learning to control that drive of his, and he didn't pop a boner at every sighting of a bit of trim.<br/><br/>So by the time breakfast came Marek was replenishing his energy stores and he waved to Elri as she joined them, and nodded at her warning.<br/><br/>That evening he stood silently as the memorial proceeded, and like Sybille however, he frowned at the hostility. In one breath the clan said they accepted them and they were good, then the next they threatened them with death. It made absoluitely no sense, and frankly made them sound neurotic. He was starting to wonder why anyone would hire them if they turned on their supposed friends this quickly - employers would be turned on just as quickly if not moreso. So now Marek was starting to wonder how dependable they were.<br/><br/>Following Sybille back to where they were to sleep, he said nothing. Who knew what ears might be spying on them, despite how welcome they tried to make them feel. So Marek, having gotten no sleep the night before, also turned in.