"To the bar down the street!" Matty froze up, "Landon you know I hate bars!" He said punching his friend in the arm. "No not the one I took you to las... time! That was like a bad dream! Come on man I need my wing man! I plan on getting laid!" Matty sighed that was always Landon's plan. "Fine but only because you are going to be really drunk by the end of the night!" x-x-x-x-xGrace stopped in front of the mirror to get one last look at herself. She was wearing a short red dress and her hair in a. It was barely noticeable in the Furniture For Sale group. "Women's Chairs -- special design for motivation. $325 each, ask for Sondra." That and a phone number. Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions to a warehouse building on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the metal, the door swung open. A sultry redhead. The first swing of my sword knocked aside the sword of the closest man and took off his head in the follow through: I told you I was strong! I did not try to stop my sword, but spun around on my heels and stabbed the second man in the gut. His fall and my wrenching jerk of my sword cut his bowels to mincemeat.That left only one man for me to fight. He threw his sword down and begged for mercy, but it was way too late for that. No man who threatened my wife with rape and death was going to. We all threw around superlatives a bit too loosely, myself included. I hoped in this case, it was at least mostly true. I came over to the table. She lowered her leg back to the floor, and I sat across from her. Leaning forward, I caressed the insides of her smooth thighs. "Is that so." She purred. "Mmm-hmm. You know just what mommy needs." Her voice got a bit randier. "I do so like getting railed by more than one guy at a time though." I tossed one of her shoes to the floor, peeled her.