Hearing this, I tried not to let my excitement show too much, because I didn't want to seem over eager. A little unorthodox yes, but nonetheless I had...just been asked to hang out with the three hottest guys I knew. "Ok thats cool with me. I'm not that into track that much anyway..." I told them. Making small talk despite my confusion, I followed them back to the part of the locker room shielded from the door by a group of lockers. After we all sat down, I saw Collin, Blake and Mike exchanging. Just 30 minutes later I was so drunk that all I did when noticing hiz gaze upon my breasts was giggle. - You know Miss Brookes, we could make an arrangement - he said in a low quiet voice. I nodded my head like a dumb doll and went over to the sofa he was sitting on. He lowered me down next to him and his big hands started trailing across my body roughly and impatiently, squeezing my boobs rhythmically. He was breathing heavily and I was crazy with excitement, not about rent, not about any. I put into that kiss all the love that I had for her, now that I finally understood my own feelings. I then carried her upstairs. The girls saw us. They started giggling when I closed my bedroom door behind us. The only awkward moment came when I had her almost undressed. I looked at her and tried to formulate a question but she seemed capable of reading my thoughts."Yes, we used protection. Now, please, please ... make me forget!"I did my best, and according to her responses, I somewhat. You're a rapier?I feel insulted, Ilyse. I am a degen, specifically, a pallasch. Rapiers have thinner blades and are meant for civilian use. Degens are knight's swords and are used on the battlefield. Don't confuse degens with those fragile rapiers the French were so fond of!Okay! Sheesh! Don't blow your tops off. I was just trying to say that you look too beautiful and thin for fighting, that's all.I assure you that I am as sturdy as a Scottish claymore. Degens were made of the finest steel,.