“Some of us already have sworn the oath, but we shall renew them. For our new members, there is the opportunity to give their own oath before the st...ndard one.“Since we swear on swords, it is meet that there be a special oath for the Swordmistress. Marcyne, stand before us.”She saluted with her personal sword, not of any sport fencing design. It was like a katana, but not as curved, so it could be used for thrusting as well as slashing. There was a basket hilt, which might be used as to punch. When Anders asked her if she was interested to try it, she didn't say no.Anders continued, "We can't be naked to the pool but you know that there are many people lying naked in the large sand area between the coast road and the ocean. Most German tourists in all those wind shelters are naked. May I suggest that we are doing the same thing for a couple of hours after breakfast tomorrow? If you Vera feel a bit shy, we can play a round of the game here and now."I supported him by saying that it. Tomorrow is for sorrow."He stared at me for a moment, and then he tersely nodded. "Okay," he said.I took a big breath in relief. Before I could do more than relax, though, he grabbed my arm and squeezed it hard. He was stronger than he looked, and he held me tight, even though I didn't make any effort to jerk away from him. "I still don't like you, Porter. I love her. I've told her often enough. But she loves you, and I don't know why. If you hurt her in any way..."Under any other. The vibrator droned on. And then, as she squirmed and jerked her hips in ecstatic abandon, she heard the front door open and slam, and she knew Ralph had left.Ralph was no fool. The minute Mrs. French had answered the doorbell, he had a pretty good idea what she'd just been up to. She was disheveled, and panting like crazy. Her eyes were hazed over. She was flushed and perspiring. And the real clincher was her hands. Her fingers were glistening and coated over with a clear, sticky.