The Golden kept trade relations with many civilizations, quite a few no one in the Upward Sector had ever heard of.Their Golden Markets were often cal...ed Golden Bazaars and anyone who would stick to their rules and pay a fee and a percentage of the profits could set up a store or booth in a Golden Bazaar.Raffolk Oker was such a merchant and he maintained a large alcove store at the third main tier of the inner balustrade ring. His store was there for almost 700 years now, originally founded by. "What's your name?" Fiona." The girl studied him for a moment and then started to tugJordan's sleeve, again. "Come on." I-I'm Jordan..." he murmured, as he was drawn toward the outskirts ofthe city."I don't care," she responded, taking him to a small cottage. The entirething could have fit inside his room in his parlor at the mansion,probably, and Jordan wondered if there was really two rooms inside.Jordan didn't resist, though, as he was tugged inside. He only lookedaround, taking in the piles. We went out for drinks and after the two he bought me, he was trying to make out with me. I told him I was not interested in him that way. He kept buying more drinks, hoping I'd sleep with him. He really wasn't my type and just kind of creeped me out. I told him I was sick, so he could drive me home. I just don't think I'm ever going to meet another guy again." Sometimes, you need to give guys a break. You're always looking for that gorgeous type. Maybe try and lower your standards a little.. “Whoosh”Caroline heard a gust of air behind her a split second before she felt the paddle bust into her tightened butt clad in a short khaki skirt.“S-S-SW---Whomp-a-C-R-A-C-K” the pain Caroline felt in her butt was overwhelming. The wooden paddle swat had landed right on the lower butt cheeks outlined by her unladylike, naughty “notice me” visible panty line. The force of the swat hit with such intensity it lifted and separated her bottom crack he could see through her khaki skirt and white.