Derick is a year older than me, but slightly shorter than me and in pretty good shape. Nick is very tall. I am guessing he’s somewhere close to ...’4″ and he had a bit of a beer gut, but in fairly good shape overall as well. Nick and Derick were both wearing shorts and tee shirts that night. My wife had on a spaghetti strap top that showed some cleavage as well as accentuated her amazingly fit body. She also wore a small miniskirt. My wife was a pretty good card player but I. She was nervous; these were the most powerful men in the Keep. They had never called her before them.They all stood around the grand table. Along with His Lordship and Sir Bogud, stood Sir Moreland the Stable Master a barrel of a man who once physically held the gates shut when marauders cut the pulleys. The Warlord, Sir Gant was closest to her, gaunt and dark in both character and appearance; he cast his long thin gaze over her, and then returned his attention to the map they had been. Back in the hotel foyer, she watched as he strode to the reception desk, and gave his order. His decisive actions in small acts made her wonder would he be so determined with his greater desires.She watched his every movement. A feeling of exaltation was rising inside her, heading to a pinnacle that could barely express her needs. Could she abandon herself to a stranger? She didn't even know his name.When he returned to tell her that the meal would be delivered to his room in about forty-five. We were almost finished with dessert, and I had finally managed to stop staring at the Bell’s when they walked over to our table. When I heard Jim’s voice I nearly hugged him. It was a close thing, but I maintained control over my emotions.“George? Is that really you?” Jim was smiling as he stood beside our table with Millie on his arm.I couldn’t help myself.I stood and offered her my seat, holding it while she gently lowered herself down. “Thank you so much, young man. My old bones are acting.