”“My Lord, I have a favor to ask of you. There is a young warrior that I wish to claim as my thrall. She is wounded though, and I would like Sig...id to treat her wounds. In exchange, I will forfeit the rest of my share in this raid.”I raised an eyebrow at Torstein, confused and more than a little concerned. “This isn’t like you, my friend.”“My Lord, she is blessed by Thor with the blood of the berserker. It was she who stabbed Aarik, and she would have killed me too had I not shied away. Arrowhead had a higher class of clientele ... unless I happened to be there and they opened the pickle jar. Then they were a typical bar.Paradise Valley ... reservations ... even for regular customers. They were nice cabins and a lounge. The band that played the lounge had been there for 12 years. Easy listening and quiet vocals.I’ll be the first to admit that the kids wanted Rock and Roll ... but the adult crowd had the money ... and they wanted Country, and Country was divorce, cheating,. Some of the other boys said that a real penis would hurt and although I wondered how they might know that sort of a fact I never asked. To me it was pure pleasure having something inside me there and so I pushed my finger in and out in imitation of something I could only imagine.With the added attention to my anal ring, my penis was becoming so hard that it actually began to hurt and soon my gentle tickling of my shaft and tip grew to a frenzied pulling and stroking that would soon produce that. I was not into men. They made me nervous.They were too big, too sweaty, too hairy. I ran my hand through my hair-- longer now, dyed blonde -- and inhaled deeply.And then Jake's hand was on mine. I knew he was bisexual from hisswinger days, but I didn't think he found me attractive at all."Maddy, it's okay," he said. "We're just two people who have beenabandoned. I think we can find some solace in each other. You knowyou're pretty. You know I think the world of you."I shook my head. I did not.