It wasn’t long, before the talk turned to the prior events that Sorley had faced. The telling of how the English had massacred his people on Rathlin...Island and then of his son being beheaded, left Grayson and Robert feeling their trials in life were minor in comparison. Sorley brought Grayson up to date, with his sailing to Tioram and dropping off Therese with Arabella and Garreth, before they made their way to Donan. Grayson smiled to himself, knowing Garreth was out of danger and healing. I know roughly what challenges we will face as we try to gather allies for the battle against the Archdemon, but as for what will happen with the human politics in Ferelden, or when the final battle might be, I'd say that's all up in the air." So you're saying your knowledge is useless to us." Everyone in the room looked a little irritated, but I held up my hand to forestall the peanut gallery."No, your Grace. I'm saying that we have free will, and we can yet decide our fate to some extent. If. He put his hand on top of mine to hold it there. He smiled happily. I laughed at his enthusiasm.“Ooh, I need you,” he said.“My father will…will…be so, so mad at me,” I said. “And you!”He couldn’t talk. He was too busy rubbing my hand against his prick.“He’s probably pacing the room right now wondering where his wayward daughter is.”He put his arm around my waist and lifted me up, turned me around so I was sitting on his knee. He wrapped his arms around me. All my next excuses got buried in. The dancers were fucking hot, but I couldn’t bring myself to flirt with any of them. Not to mention there were always sex toys lying around, and I couldn’t help wanting to take them for a spin.I did get keys to the building, so one night when we were closed, I snuck into the backstage entrance. I knew this was a crazy idea— I was going to jack off at work— but somehow that made it all the more enticing. Plus I was pretty sure I wasn’t the first dude to get off in a gay bar.At first the building.