We'll be at the Leaping Wench just down the street."The women filed into the brothel. Kayleen walked with Yani, who had calmed down after a large dose...of her tea. The dark-haired woman had a distant look in her eyes."C'mon, let's get to the Wench," Raven said, and then led the way.For an inn on the less-reputable side of town, the Leaping Wench was surprisingly large. At two stories, the building loomed over most of those surrounding it. The exterior was taken care of enough to be inviting -. He smiled shyly yet slyly all at once, as if he were both oblivious and telepathic to the all-consuming attraction which had been swelling deep within her for the past two hours. It had been swelling deep within her from the very instant her piercing blue eyes had locked upon a pair of ultra-masculine almond eyes a hundred times more piercing, two hours ago outside the bistro entrance. As he continued graciously, devilishly smiling his gratitude for the assistance she had rendered throughout. Later that day, I was back at his house and the recommendation came up while we talked in his office.“I always give the head coach my honest recommendations and it will depend on how you do the rest of the week,” he said.“I’ll keep trying my best,” I said.“I’ve had some girls in your position and they do anything to get on the varsity team and that is the attitude that all the players should have,” he said.“Do they usually get in?” I asked.“It depends on how much they want it and what they are. However, the vehemence of my accusers sometimes gives me pause. They’re so sure of themselves. They see themselves as the Heroes of the story and me as the Villain. He or she who must be destroyed for the sake of all that is good and decent in the world. That’s fine in books and movies, but it doesn’t work that way in real life. Without further ado, I will tell you my story. And when I’m done, many of you will agree with me. Because I did the only thing I could do under the circumstances. Is it.