The rest of the robbers tried to flee, but we brought them down before they could do more than take a few steps.We lost Tom the miller's son, and Anne... the daughter of baker. None of the outlaws got away, and only 3 survived to be turned over to the Baron's men.The word of the fight reached the Baron's ear, and he in turn told King Martin.A few weeks later, I was summoned to the King's court.I knelt nervously in front of the King while he studied me at length before he spoke."I have heard much. He’s now staring at the ground as if he’s ashamed of something and says, “what do you want you ugly fuck.”“I wanted to see how you’re doing,” I say.“Other than you fucking up my life, I’m fine,” he says.I have the biggest ‘what the fuck look’ on my face as I ask, “how did I fuck up YOUR life?”“My parents kicked me out of the house, saying it was the last straw. I have no money and no job, because I have no diploma,” he says still looking down.“Where are you staying,” I ask.“At a friend’s. She too wanted to feel him, taste him and hold him. Slowly she nodded, licked her lips and said yes in such a way that she wasn't sure it actually came out audibly."Yes.", she said in a firmer voice, trying to sound calm, in control. Jim quickly took care of the check, came around the side of the table and took her hand. As she stood up, she suddenly felt the effects of the three drinks and swayed slightly towards Jim. His arm went around her, bringing her close. Looking into her eyes, he bent. His cravings weighed heavily on him, leaving him feeling rundown and exhausted, almost too tired to search out the energy he was becoming desperate for. The strip club had been a bust, simply too manufactured to be real. However, he considered, a conventional club might be better. The women were not there to pay the bills and though he wasn’t necessarily interested in developing a relationship with someone with University starting up in the very near future, he was getting desperate. The lack.