Camera gals Dede and Jackie were all around me to get good close ups. And that’s all Hank could take. He pushed my head away from his cock. ‘Hey! ...ou bitches focus on me! Not on the trannie slut.’ (Trannie slut? FUCK YOU!) Nick threw down his headphones. ‘Jeez Cris!’ ‘Fine!’ spat Dede. ‘We’ll only focus on you!’ Hank took a step back. He started talking to everyone in Turkish again. The more he talked the less he started acting like the tough bull queer I thought he was and more like a sissy. "When he had passed us, Spar asked me nervously, "Should we turn back?" We should be safe enough," I said, "we have a warding on the wagon.And probably it wasn't really a Master those people think they saw.There hasn't been a verified sighting in decades." Maybe because the people who've seen one since then didn't live totell anybody?"There hadn't been much traffic on this road out of Songtown, but afterwe had gotten a few miles past the next village, Bluegate, and thefarms surrounding it, we. We felt our reward for winning the Zibong War was that we had found each other again.The Palace had certainly changed—every room was bustling with activity. I passed a room full of young boys and girls in their bright red page clothes. I swear I heard the words "flunky" and "old fart" drift out.My instructions, once I had told the young page I would accept the summons, were to meet "Lord Morgan" in his office near the back of the Palace. I felt that if I was going to the back of the Palace. Nor was Helen the only one who'd picked up on the sounds carrying from another part of the house."What time is it? Is that movie already out?" Brad Conway gulped, wondering about the kids.Pete nervously looked at the clock. "No, David and Christy aren't due back yet." But then he took a deep breath. "Unless they left the show early." Well, if it is them, they haven't caught us yet," Brad said, gasping like a drowning man who'd just sighted something to grab onto before he went down for the last.