Yeah it could be said that they had engaged in a s****l marathon. Gio was insatiable and had
impressive stamina, even for a shifter. A few minutes later she was dressed and heading through the damn network of tunnels. The familiar black door that led to the kitchen wouldn’t be too hard to find; she could just follow the scents of meat and eggs and hot toasted bread.
The plump lady who had been pouring coffee for the others then approached her. “You must be Danica,” she said, smiling. “I’m Michey. I cook,
clean and say ‘s**t’ a lot.” She gestured at the dining table where croissants, toasted bread, bacon, scrambled eggs, baked beans, sausages, platters of cold meat, various fruits, and cereals were all laid out. “The wolf over there with the glasses and the goatee who’s the epitome of g
