We lay facing each other smiling. I leaned in and kissed her and then said, "Thank you for being my friend all week. It can get rather lonesome on the...road so thank you for being here with me." "There is nobody I would rather be friends with than you. I have had a lot of fun this week and I hope we can have more fun this weekend." Gabi replied and then she hugged me. She turned around and nestled her warm body next to mine as I turned off the bedside light. Gabi said, "Goodnight sweet prince. The crowd answered, shouting backover each other with a mixture of boy and girl responses referring to theguest gracing the stage.By the end of the hour, the wheels in Mark's mind were turning. Not becauseof the beauty of the guest, though that was intriguing as well. No, Mark waswondering what kind of culture must exist behind this parade of pageantry.Who are these men? Where do they come from? And how did they get to thispoint in their lives?All through the show, Mark was taking notes. What more could that terrible man do to her anyway?Hollis Newman stared at the heavy breasts he'd become so familiar with and then let his eager hands follow the path of his eyes. His fingertips traced teasing, tickling little patterns across the outer swell of her tits, tracking slowly and inexorably toward the crinkled little rosy summits of her nipples and feeling them stiffening and lengthening into excited erection beneath his touch, standing out from the surrounding pink areola like twin. Another shot had shorn a plume from Freidal's helmet and a second later his banner man had died.Single shots, he'd thought. Marksmen, so he'd thought. He'd almost crowed in glee, that so many of his enemy had emptied their weapons! He'd given the order to charge and then the Hostigi had hit them with two solid volleys. First rank and second rank. How many times had he practiced that maneuver? Ten thousand times, surely!When they rode into the main camp late the next afternoon, Freidal knew.