.. and he never liked you. He wants the old gods back. Their priests give kickbacks." Tim made shooing motions, "go ... arrange an appointment. Tell t...e king he's being set up."On a pretty cerulean day, not a cloud in the sky, Wendy met the king and his tax collector. The king arrayed his entire army, all twelve fighting men, nicely ranked, on the city side of the Holy hill The taxman brought his 'enforcement' department, ten armed bullies.'Well, thought the king, 'there's one for The Wendy.. Like you say, it was just curious. No real danger.”I reached into the water and took off my fins. Then standing up and clipping them to my weight belt, I held out a hand to help her up. She strained under the burden of her tank and other dive gear as she stood. Before we could exchange another awkward moment of eye contact, I lumbered up the beach towards the carpark, with her in tow.The narrow sand pathway wound its way through the low-lying coastal vegetation to the freshly-marked-out. She couldn’t get wet the way she used to and sometimes my erections need a chemical boost. She needed some help to make her wet. I had a bottle of liquid KY in my suitcase two floors below. Running all the way down stairs with my pecker in my hand and trying to get back in time to lube up the old gal while keeping my hard on was a sporting event worthy of a medal. Well, I did make it and I had to insert myself very slowly because it had been a long time since anyone had used that right of way. . I was fair annoyed at the inconvenience but she was a nice piece and was apparently at odds for companionship so I granted her request with a nod to the innkeeper. I didn't object when the catlike Meg started to rub my legs with her sensuous hands that moved like a serpent of olden days into places normally thought to be out of bounds for un-introduced females in strange places. Mary was watching her close friend with a look that was difficult for me to read because she made a point of keeping.