After Bailee got finished telling her all about the amazing Brad Cooper, Aunt Ruth spoke; "Well he sounds like a wonderful young man, Bailee. But you ...now I will have to tell your mother about this. She sent you here so I could keep an eye on you and apparently, I haven't been doing such a great job at that," she said. "Aunt Ruth, you can't! Mom will make me come home and I will lose Brad!" Bailee said, panicking. "Well, Bailee, you knew that you weren't going to be able to stay here forever.. ” Before I could finish my sentence this little 15 year old girl turned around swinging her right hand and, with a resounding “Whack”, connected right on the left side of my face. It took me so by surprise it actually knocked me off my feet and I found myself on the floor looking up at her. “DON’T YOU EVERY TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE AGAIN OR YOU’LL BE IN JAIL INSIDE OF AN HOUR AND I MEAN IT.” She almost looked like a wild person. “Yes, I have a driver’s license and, from now on, that. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow. ’ The Knight was less perturbed by this insult than those townsfolk who heard it. The Knight quietly replied. ‘I have nothing to atone for when I met my Maker, Sir. Can thou say the same?’ Unable to meet the hard gaze of the Knight, Ilbem twirled away and gestured to a knot of peasants behind the ropes of the arena. The Outlander had been expecting some demonstration of prowess before the ‘Trial by Battle’ proper. It was something of a tradition in these parts. It was a custom that he usually.