I can't even fight. And I've definitely never met Greagoir! I was suddenly very worried. If Irving told the templars that I used one of their abilitie..., I doubted they'd be lenient. They would want to know where I learned it, how I got my hands on Lyrium ... they'd imprison me, or worse. And then when I disappeared into thin air, they'd label me an apostate, assuming Irving was wrong. I pulled Aedan and Alistair aside and explained my fears."He must be wrong. I'm not a templar - how could I be?. The team fullback, a tight end and one of the centers were the ones who needed the help. She knew the three but was not their main teacher so had little contact with them except at games.What she did not know was that these three had rather shady reputations concerning the girls at school and in the town. They were all over six feet and quite muscular due to their physical training for football. Powerfully built young men, two being 18 and one was 17. They were all black, a dark black, with. Before the cackling hens realized I was there, I overheard their continued belittling of my glued manhood. Oh yeah, she's gonna pay.When they finally noticed me standing there I had already poked myself in the eyes and forced a few tears down my cheeks. Suddenly things weren't so funny any more and they all looked very uncomfortable. My wife especially looked shocked when she seen me standing there.Step one of my plan accomplished, I turned around and went upstairs to our bedroom. On the way. She was absolutely stunning. She stood there perfectly in herwhite plateform shoes, white stocking, held up by a lacey white garter,white thong panties, white bra. Here blonde hair cascaded past hershoulders. She didn't need to wear much make up. Her face was perfect asit was. She strutted towards me pushing her pert, ample breasts againstmy chest and ran her finger down my face."Let's say we get to know each other a bit better eh," she said as shekissed the tip of nose. The night was.