I went with the massage. She will undress and put on a baggy t-shirt and really loose shorts of mine. Now the hard part, finding a guy that would do i.... I didn’t want it to be a stranger but not a really close friend. I came up with my buddy from work. She had met him one time at a party.Now the thoughts of how to put him in our home during the massage. I first went into work and told my buddy and he said that he would take part in it. One down one to go. I went home that evening and mentioned. He produced his bong and wanted to smoke some dope. Now, I'd only smoked dope twice before, and it just put me to sleep. I found out later I was allergic to hemp. I told him no a couple of times, and finally figured, "what the hell," I was ready to go to bed anyway.After a couple of hits I was in la-la land. He had a pull out couch, which is where we were laying watching T.V. and shooting the shit. I knew I was going to fall asleep shortly plus my tongue wasn't working right anymore. He was. If she took Lila, in this condition to the next officer, she might not survive this, her last encounter with the officers. Aisha feared that if Lila died, Al-Mansour would make her take her place. But she was afraid, too, of being late.As soon as Lila was able to walk she took her to the last officer. Still unable to talk, Lila kneeled in the foyer of the house. This was the most junior of the officers in Al-Mansour's domain; not the youngest though. The officer was an obese man, way past his. "Several thousand, at least," the weaponsmaster repeated, only this time in perfect, uninflected Common, his voice smooth and rich. He winked at the Ce'al girl, a keen intelligence behind his eyes instead of the relaxed, indifferent calm which always went with the weaponsmaster's character. "I have been in Telanaria within the last year and the last census taken by the Empire has their population at thirty-five thousand four hundred and seven. At least three thousand of them are the original.