Head, neck, torso. He blocks all of them."I believe I will call you good as well," I grin back at him.This is when the real fight commences. We block ...nd repose. We clash swords. Neither landing a hit. I decide to move off his level. During our spar I have been calmly observing his moves, his speed and reflexes. All better than average. Now that I am warmed up I focus outward.Seeking the wind, and the ground. I start to change the gravity around me, make it heavy in front, lighter off the side.. The room was black and silent Liz senses as subdued as the lights.Twenty minutes later the bedroom door creaked open and two figures crept in. The door closed and the bed side table came on. Pa Angel stood watching as his wife stroked Liz's head, checking the hot chocolate was empty then slowly gently removing the top fluffy pillow putting it in the cupboard. The spiked drink had always worked but lately they had felt they needed more assurance so a chloroform soaked pillow case had enhanced. She moved closer. Her hand was touching my dick. She immediately looked at me. Without any thought, I took her lips into mine. She opened her eyes wide and initially there was not any response for first 10 sec. later she also started responding. My hand was touching her boobs. My dick made its way out of the towel. I kissed her everywhere on her face and neck. She moaned feebly and I am unable to control myself. She got up from the bed and soon I pushed on the wall and pressed her boobs.She. My greeting as I went in the stage door was, well, a little unusual to put it mildly. The first person I ran into was Marko Fabuliis, Turandot's other baritone who sang Ping, the lead member of the trio of ministers. I had little more than a nodding acquaintance with him, he was in specially for this production, but what few interactions we'd had so far had been pleasant enough. Tonight, though, all I got was a filthy glare as he went into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him.I.