"You know, now that she's actually..." Ylene struggled for the right word. "Tolerable.  Let's go with 'tolerable'.  Now that she's tolerable, this 'temple' problem just went to the top of my 'things that piss me off more than anything else' list.  Right over 'Men who ask for reduced prices after they had the indecency to not give my ass the pounding - and cum - that it deserves'.  Right under that is 'Waiting without anything to do...'"<br/><br/>Ylene leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling.  She really didn't like boredom and idle hands when she saw something that needed doing...<br/><br/>"You were quite quiet there hun," Ylene began after a bit. "Lost in thought again?  Someone's going to do something naughty to you if you don't pay attention you know."<br/><br/>That 'someone' was often herself of course...<br/><br/>"What are you thinking?"