The king was carrying the limp healer in his arms. As he waited in the shadows, the king and healer passed mere feet from his hiding spot. It would be...ideal to strike now but Aric had said nothing about hurting the healer. And it went against the grain for him to lift a hand against a healer. His dead mother had been a healer. He could no more strike a healer than he could his own mother.He was patient. The king's time would come. He would just have to wait for it. He would attack soon perhaps. The man wiped the sweat of his face that had soon started to appear and I watched him as he looked at Cheryl then up to Jay then back to Cheryl. He moved a hand under his towel and I could see his movements as he slowly started to rub his cock, still looking from one girl to the other. As Phil and I were sat away from the girls and none of us were talking, I think he assumed that we weren’t in there together. I knew that people came here for sex but I wasn’t sure if Cheryl and Phil were aware.. If I'm awake and kicking then I've got on my 501 jeans. And not a stitch underneath them.When I was young I would wear almost any kind of jeans. Just as long as they fit and I could afford them. But as I aged and lived my life I learned what I needed to do to make life good. One thing I learned is what button fly jeans could do to make life happy.So anyway, this is just a little story. Sort of an illustration you could say. Showing you all how sweet it is to wear the clothes that display your. You guys need your space. I’ll see you at work in the morning then I’ll help you sort out our art assignment tomorrow night if that’s OK with you.”“Sure” said Jennifer. “That sounds like a plan. You might like to bring some more pizza around tomorrow night too. I’m sure nobody here will feel like cooking.” Jennifer sounded mildly disappointed that Adam wasn’t staying but she understood. However what neither of them saw was Rhea quickly disappear out of the room to use her cellphone as soon as.