He nodded slightly, and then turned and swam back to shore. He found his bag and umbrella where he’d buried them in the sand. He’d placed them nea... a stick, on a line between the fifth and sixth fence posts. He set up the umbrella well back from the shoreline, and threw down a towel to lie on. He paused, looking at the spot. Alan pulled the towel off again, and working with both hands, piled bunch of sand up on one side to elevate the head area, and then threw the towel over it again. He. Struggling, I managed to open my eyes a small slit. What I saw made my eyes go wide. There was an old woman sitting in a rocking chair humming to herself as she went about sewing something. It wasn’t the old woman that made me take pause, it was the room around me. It was… harsh. The stone walls were grey and looked stark. There was a large fire place off to my left at my feet. It wasn’t the kind you see now days, but large and open. It looked like a hearth from the olden days. I pushed myself. He felt her inhale sharply but otherwise made no move to stop him. Encouraged by this, he moved his hands further down until he was rubbing the sides of her breasts. Her breathing started to get ever so slightly heavier. He left her breasts and worked his way down to her hips and thighs, scooting his body downward as he did so. He began working one thigh and then the other, moving upward till his knuckles were brushing her panty covered slit. She raised her hips slightly and, taking this as a. “Even if you did, it would not have changed anything. Neither of us knew. I didn’t, did you?”“No.”“Then get that hangdog look off your face. I’ll be fine.”I gave her a worried half-smile.“What is your real class?”“Blessed Knight.”“Blessed by who?”“No clue. God? It doesn’t say and I didn’t ask.”Anything else you are hiding from me?”“A couple titles.”“Any I should know about?”Jason Blakely: Blessed Knight Level 1 (750/5000)Title: Orc Slayer (White), Zombie Slayer (White), Earth’s First Gate.