Grimm arrived out of breath, a couple of apples in hand and she gently tossed one at Tharin, which he bit into with gusto."Hard night?" I said. He lau...hed not answering.Alone near the wizard pool, I taught them about mixing and making smoke bombs. We emptied the supplies from a "magic black bag," which kept things dry and they all seemed to enjoy the mysteries of magic and carefully followed all my instructions. Coven handled the materials awkwardly but naturally. Tharin mocked himself at each. I opened the door and my friend wanted to share my booth, he said he was out of tokens. So we stood and I leaned forward to switch channels - as I leaned forward my new friend reached for my rear. My pants were still around my ankles. As I fumbled with the channels my new friend become aroused clearly wanting access to my virgin asshole. I had never experimented with my ass before and got real nervous, his cock was at least 8" and fat - So I thought quick and reached for his cock and turned. I moved through the store, and wondered where she had gone. I went to the back, and found her looking at pills. She was young. Very young. Maybe 15. I spoke, “Hello, don’t be afraid.” She turned with a shocked look on her face, and screamed. I moved forward, and grabbed her arm. “Look here,” I said, “You are the first person I have seen alive in a week, who are you?” She calmed somewhat, and looked up at me. “I’m Kristin. Everyone is dead, except my brother, and I was looking for some. ”“Why did you leave?” she asked. “Were you running?”“No! Well, yeah, maybe,” Barley admitted. “I was going to come here anyway. But… I killed a man – Sally’s bondsman. It was a fair fight – he had a white knife, but he was a…” He sighed, not really knowing how to explain.“A bondsman?” Tabatha asked. “Was he a Slaver?”Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight.“There are no slaves here,”.