We spent the afternoon in a training circle using the spring-loaded dagger against short-swords. One at a time I would disarm a guard as she tried to ...trike me with her weapon. In turn, the woman would swap with me and use the triple-bladed dagger against me, taking the sword out of my hand as I instructed them.The training drew a large crowd of pilgrims, and the visiting women joined in the cheering and laughing. By dinner time, the muscular warriors wore me out and I felt bruised and sore. . Pierre ... Destouches,” he finally answered in a panting breath after several more minutes.“Where were you born?” was my next question, and it too required several minutes and more sweat to receive an answer.“Paris, France,” he finally answered. The interrogation continued for several more simple questions so the truth spell could penetrate into his mind and persona.“Why are you here in Boston?” I demanded, finally getting to what I wanted to know.“We were sent here to secure the FBI building. On the other side of the Rhine, in Germany, it is called the slaughterhouse plate (Schlactplatte). It is what the butcher, who has any kind of meat he wants, might eat with his potatoes and sauerkraut. Designer food, it isn’t. If you want a sampler of the best of the Rhine Valley peasant food, then dig in.That was amazing, Dad! That hotel restaurant hanging out over the canyon rim and the wonderful food were special treats. Do you have more like that for us?Dozens. Wait until you have the. What had transpired that evening was that my mom and aunt had cruised the bars to no avail in finding any satisfactory male company. To me this was astounding in that, here were two very attractive women on the make. Well, stranger things have happened and since all things happen for a reason, this situation must have occurred for my benefit that you will read about soon.When they got to our house, they both had had a fair amount to drink and sat up talking about not having found any cock to.