He seldom ventured into the town and the few times he did, the last place you’d expect him to be at was the tavern where old men sat under the eaves...exchanging tobacco smoke and yammering about how dire life was while watching urchins play in the street. They were all in the tavern seated in a circle around him, all ears listened to whatever he was saying while the bartender discharged beers from his counter. I watched him spill jokes and yarn with the tavern’s occupants before hurrying for. I greeted the news-crews, insisting they waited outside until they'd all arrived, a delay of less than a minute. Then I led them into the baddies' living room, where I explained, "They are all being held immobile by God's Guardian Angel, so you have nothing to fear, even though some of them are armed. -- "What you're looking at is a CIA operation using independent international mercenaries hired to spy on and carry out other more intrusive operations against me. For example, they slipped drugs. He remembered how good it felt when her fingers caressed his balls and the lower part of his erect shaft as she sucked him off. And of course he thought about the sweet release of his orgasm as she pulled away and stroked him until he came.Finally, he sought her out in the living room and sat her down on the couch. "After much thought I have arrived at a conclusion about your proposal." He said seriously while taking her hands in his, "Unfortunately I have to turn you down." What?!" she. "It's still part of your training, Princess, but it's something differentfor you."I thought that different could be good or bad."Every so often there's a party held for wealthy men and women who likegirls and boys like you, Jamie. They get together and have a good timeand they are served and waited upon by little sissies and femboys. At theend of the evening if you're lucky someone might take you up to one ofthe bedrooms. Now we don't normally do this, but Vanessa thinks it's agood way for you.