He said, "I am Frustic from Tula."I said, "I am Alaric, an assassin. She is called Ula and is my apprentice."Morri looked Ula over and said, "Ula, you...are experienced and know the customs of the baths?" Reasonably so, Sir. My master, Alaric, doesn't have to beat me too often for mistakes."Morri asked, "Do you enjoy the sex acts?" Very much, sir. I am aware of expectations when a woman comes into communal baths."He said, "I will be glad to do my part." He rose from the water and lay back. His. We came around the other side of the big laundry rock — the side that was out of the water, and he leaned me against it. From this vantage point, he could see anyone coming down the path, but no one could see me. This was safety. He kissed me hard… forcing his tongue into my mouth, doing a sort of battle with my tongue, and winning. His breath, hot from his nostrils, spilled over my cheek, and I just melted in his arms… Every so often hed open his eyes, to look at the path, but then hed close. But I still long to proudly wear his steel again, to have that something that I can reach up and grab a hold of and be reminded in some small, self-absorbed way of being able to physically be reassured that I am, indeed, his. I think of the things he has noticed and pointed out to me already, small changes that I hadn’t really noticed myself but once pointed out, embarrassed because it was true. Speaking first person comes to mind quickly because even writing in this forum, I speak it but now,. One day I had called into Cherry's work to drop her in some lunch and had noticed a new face buzzing around and she introduced him as Harry who was the son of her bosses and was on 6 weeks break from college and was earning some money at the firm while he was back in town. He seemed a clean cut young man and I was impressed when he asked if I knew of any other work to be had for the coming weeks. I wanted to help him but explained that all I could offer was some grass mowing at home each.