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Well, clearly (Patreon)
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tickling Vernier under the chin would be the best way to start! I reached up ...
"Oh goodness, he's going for it!" she thought, and craned her neck forward.
Why was my hand shaking?? This was ridiculous! I had caressed plenty of femmes before! I could do this! I willed my arm to be still, but that just seemed to make it shake more.
"Come on now," Vernier sighed after waiting a few seconds. "There's no need to be nervous. Here, I'll help you."
She grabbed my wrist, and I might have flinched or yelped .. I don't exactly remember.
"You really do look terrified," Vernier observed.
"Nnno, I c-can do this," I squeaked.
"This isn't right," she declared, letting go of my arm. "I thought at first you were just a pouf, but this is something else entirely."
"He reminds me of my simple-minded little brother," she thought.
"You poor thing," she continued, bending down to look me levelly in the eye. "You're all alone out here with nobody to talk to but those bug thingies. Yes, I can see in your eyes that you are much older than you look, and you've had more than your share of troubles. Do you want to tell me about it?"
What insidious new Wile was this?? As if I would be foolish enough to give this lowfolk wench the incredible leverage she would have over me if I confided my inmost sorrow to her! I knew better than that!
It took a split second for these thoughts to pass through my mind, and then -
"EVERYBODY I KNEW AND CARED ABOUT IS GONE," I blubbered while clutching pathetically at the lowfolk femme.
"There there," Vernier murmured as she gently rocked back and forth. "Just let it out. Tell me all about it."