She had never seen anyone dressed quite as the woman was. She wore a short satin dressing-gown, reaching only to the tops of her thighs and with only ... button at the neck and no belt to hold it closed. Other than that she was completely naked, not even wearing slippers. As she walked her breasts and shaven cunt were clearly visible.When she had recovered from her shock, Tiggs asked, "Who are you and why are you dressed like that?"The woman replied quietly, "I am Princess Zubeydeh, mother to His. “Then let’s catch them up.”The Heralds had stopped for their morning meal when the arohim – Aran, Smythe and Kedron – caught up to them. Aran silently signaled a dismount several hundred paces out, behind a gentle rise. “Kedron, wait here,” he said quietly. When the young apprentice opened his mouth in protest, Aran silenced him with a firm stare and a shake of his head. “Not this time.” Nodding, Kedron made a small bow and busied himself with tightening his saddle girth.Neither Aran nor Smythe. It was a Friday night and I'd made reservations at Anton's for dinner. Because of a series of business meetings that would keep me tied up all day I had made arrangements for Mary Ellen to meet me at Anton's where we would have dinner and then go out for a night on the town. At the last minute a deal breaker came up in my last meeting and I got wrapped up in the problem. When the meeting was finally over it was almost seven-thirty, but I called Anton's on the off chance that Mary Ellen would. With the exception of Dale, my roommate, all of the aforementioned people were gathered together in the room of Holly and Annie, with the lights turned down low. We were indulging in that time-honored, late adolescent ritual of getting to know one another: Truth or Dare. And there was alcohol in the room, which tended to loosen people's lips. No one got trashed, but everyone had a beer or two. It was a good mix of people. Four male sophomores, and four wide-eyed freshman girls.The questions.