” He motioned and the group of black clad men, women and children made their way back up the tunnel. The man released her arms and she followed them...back the way she had come down. At one point well short of the entrance she had used, they turned into a covered way she had not noticed on her way through earlier.The ceiling was low, only six feet, but again it was dry and silent. She noted the stone was well cut and tight. The lack of echo’s though, that was disturbing to her. “Up ahead is a way. Kess Kelow was one of the people working the main entrance, one of themany volunteers helping make this convention work. Dressed up in theconvention's official colours of blue and white, he watched con-goerspass by, checking only to make sure their entrance passes were valid.While he was checking that, he was checking out the ladies as well.The next person in line was a medieval-looking soldier with a blueemblem on the front of his chainmail. Kess didn't recognize it, but hedid smile and let. I was hoping that I could find someone sitting alone whose name I remembered. The seat backs were very high and I could not see who were in the seats until I got right next to them. I quickly learned that all my fellow scouts had already paired up and I did not find a vacant seat until I got to the rear of the bus. In the next to last row, both seats were vacant on the right side of the bus; so I stepped sideways into the area in front of the seats and sat down on the green,. Hurriedly, she dropped down to the floor, laying out the piece of paper and propping herself up on her elbows. It was very uncomfortable. The floor was cold and hard against her stomach and her hipbone pressed uncomfortably against it. Even her elbows hurt. She frowned in the dim light, flicked the lid off the pen and started writing.Sir is the master of my orgasms. He is also a bastard.It looked very neat in her joined-up handwriting. At school, she’d once won a fountain pen for having such.
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