"Boots, too," the man ordered, his fingers laced before him. She pried them off, one by one and then stood up to face him, hands clasped together at h...r hairy groin. He smiled.She was a fine, handsome young woman, heavy hipped and deep chested, a pleasure in bed and a good companion. In fact, they had caught me in her bed this soft morning, enjoying myself and oblivious of their arrival at the inn. Someone, obviously, had sold me out and the girl was scooped up out of meanness."Call Sergeant. That used to make the pages kind of stick together, which was both exciting and unimportant, because Dad had left behind quite a large collection.In the three years between when he moved out and the beginning of this story, Dad had 'visitation' reasonably often. I always expected him to ask me about those magazines, but he never did so. I guess he was embarrassed.I said earlier that I knew Mom was no dumb blond, yet it never occurred to me that the pecker tracks I left on my sheets would be. Of course there were all sort of game to hunt but I am an animals lover and so is my wife, so we never went hunting.My story begins just after our fifth wedding anniversary. It was inOctober and Laura had started a new school year, she loved her new class and for some reason, lately she seemed much more happy than usual. Of course I didn't complain since we were still fucking like rabbits wherever we could. But I could tell that each morning she seemed very eager to go to work and in the last. They knew of me and they named my master. I've never named him to you, to Dember, to anyone. My master won't believe me. Daoud even sent a runner to inform him of my whereabouts in their enclave. My master may have already hired an assassin to rid himself of his compromised apprentice." For a smart guy, you aren't thinking so clearly," Dember said. "Qiang named your master before you ever mentioned his name. If Qiang knows his name, then your master knows that Qiang has penetrated his.