Hand lamps full of oil gave us just enough light to run another dozen games.A knock at the front door succeeded in saving me from the loss of my match...to Key. I ran to the door and opened it; a woman wearing leather armor and a gray wolf-head cloak stood there with a crossbow on her back and a set of hand axes hanging from her belt.“I am the turret guard’s relief, Lord Solon.”“Ah.”I waved her in, and she ran up the stairs. The guard had been in my training classes, having passed her beginning. We shifted rooms later and the guys danced with the girls. There were six guys and five girls. I chose to be the odd man out as I watched what was done on the floor. The girls never sat down but one guy had a break every dance. I tried my best. I was not as shy now and my coordination was better but I had never danced before. Over the night I got better but not a lot.We were all beat by the time we went home. The girls had those eyes and that meant that the guys were in trouble.Gail said. Some were nice, others were down right dogs. Still, his stock answer was the same, he was single, not gay, but seeing someone and thanking the fan for their picture. Jane on the other hand got fan mail from men wanting to see her nude and doing all kinds of things. Jane had her publicist make photos of just head shots with her blue eyes looking at the person. Her publicist once commented on how many boys in the city jerked off to those photos. One Friday night after the show was over, Jerry. Amanda looked at the boys, “Do you guys mind holding back? I know you won’t mind the show.” Jack and Chris just nodded and sat back while they bumped fists together not being able to believe what they were seeing. Amanda slowly bent down to Steph’s ear and said, “Let’s give these boys a nice little show.” Steph just moaned and stood up. As Steph stood up facing the boys, Amanda was standing behind her slowly unzipping the back of her mini dress with her teeth. Oh yeah good move Amanda that.