The other woman looked like she was in her early thirties. She was tallerand slimmer, but quite muscular. She wore tight black pants made of heavy clo...hand a rawhide shirt cut low to reveal her ample cleavage. Her long blonde hairwas pulled back into a braid. A sword also hung from her side. Both women looked very tough and Jonah doubted he could take either in afight even if they were unarmed. The shorter of the two was at least 6 foottall. Jonah stood 5 foot 8 inches and his thin body looked. Oddly, both he and Fran were paying attention. Neither had said anything yet, but I could just see the tenseness ... the willingness to jump in and help kill the dream.“You are entirely correct,” I said. “In fact, it’s impossible to say who might be a hero, and who might not, until something happens. But the fact is, that heroes exist, even if they haven’t been heroic yet.”“Okay.”I felt a huge wash of relief. The first hurdle had been cleared. Acceptance was there.“Okay,” I said. “Now, what. This story starts with the true event of when my girlfriend and I took her cousin and my father to a country singers concert. The reason we took her cousin was because we had to buy the concert tickets as a 4 pack, so we asked her to go with us. We had floor seats in the middle 25 rows back, a great view of the stage, and of course all the gorgeous country girls wearing skirts, short shorts, and skimpy tops. This great view and a little booze, (as I am 22), was all I needed to get my cogs. Her weight on me meant I couldn't thrustinto her too much but I could pull her hips down onto mine, and I could pinchand tease her nipples, and scratch and maul her breasts which produced lovelylittle shudders in her which transmitted themselves to me through the strap-onon which she was impaled. In the end though I had to admit to myself that I couldn't really enjoy thisposition because it didn't allow me enough movement, so I roughly rolled heronto her side again and climbed out. ?Don't.