"Oh, don't worry, dumbass," Vala taunted, flaunting her firm ass as she leaned dangerously over the weak railing, "Tumblers can't make babies until they're 29. That's all I meant."

I had to laugh out loud at that point. I had known that and would have explained that to Deximo, but it was too much fun watching him panic about having taken lurid pictures of a school girl. Not that there is any law in Carnipelago against it.

"You can't fly through the air with the weight of swollen tits," she explained, "In fact, I was a little surprised that they let me join Tramptastic. I mean, it's not like I'm exactly flat chested. I could feed more than my share of babies with this rack. Don't you think."

I can't even print Deximo's response. It was sputteringly unintelligible. But he did nod.

"Let's go up to my cabin so you can take more pictures of my tits. And my ass."