He was an unassuming lad, shorter than most yet heavier thansome, and his brown hair was currently flopping any way it felt. He wasdressed like a typi...al squire, leather boots with sturdy cloth pants anda tunic that looked like it had seen some time.The Hen was a tavern typical to the forested villages of Twisted Glen,mwith wood beams crisscrossing the ceiling with very little stone work tobe found. The tavern was mostly empty now, the village folks eithermaking their way home or just far. ”“Omigod!” I hissed looking over Jack’s shoulder. “Our waitress is coming down the corridor!”Instead of releasing me, Jack grasped the back of my neck, and kissed me. He forced his thick tongue into my mouth and sealed my lips with his. My own tongue fought back, lithe and quick. I felt his breath in my mouth, in my nose. His other hand was at the small of my back and he ground his hard manhood on me. The waitress approached closer, staring at us, and I closed my eyes to avoid her. I lost. "They had more clothes than we thought existed in the world, and shoes also. Your Sisters told us that every town has such a building, and that they all have such large quantities of things. It is hard to imagine if it is true," Sheena told us."Oh yes, it's quite true," Pat told her. "In fact, some large cities have more than one such large building." But why?" Shannon asked."Because of the large numbers of people living there, and so they won't have to travel too far to get what they need," I. "You know darn well that they are!" she tapped my wrist playfully."You should have seen me last month though! Meka had to remind me twice a day!" I giggled, remembering how I was, not so long ago."It's so hard to believe you were male! That giggle just wouldn't come from a man!" she enthused, "What does it feel like? I mean, compared to being a man, what are the things that you notice the most?" she pried, finally letting her fixation overcome her."It is so hard to relate it to someone who.