Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. So...etimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's. So when the garrison received the tip-off from the Lion that a traitor called Rupert Grant was skulking around here, me and the lads were eager to volunteer for the job...”Rupert’s eyes widened in fear and he held up his good hand defensively. “Wait! I can explain...”“Two weeks ... that’s how long Kirrix spawn take to hatch, before they eat their way out of you.” Rathburn said quietly, his eyes burning with a dreadful intensity. Suddenly his face twisted with rage and he grabbed Rupert’s index. Vicki was 20, the oldest of a large family where she took on a lot of responsibility and got very good grades as a physics major. She had a reasonably attractive face, a bit on the plain side, but a positive and happy attitude. Her body was a little plump but only enough to make her nicely curvy.Now for the big question. “Vicki, I advertised this situation as housekeeping in exchange for room and board. May I speak frankly with you?”“Sure, I actually prefer that. Less misunderstanding that. I was caught, red handed, as they say. Rather than try to hide what I was doing, I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and was surprised when she left her table with her cup of coffee and joined me. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.” She smiled then looked down at the now empty plate. I was struck by her deep blue eyes, but couldn’t help notice her grapefruit sized breasts in the tight sweater and the way her long straight blonde hair fell well below her shoulders. “No, I don’t mind, though I.