Not long after, she returned to the basement cell wearing a red silk and very short nightdress that really showed off all her wonderful curves. I was ...herefore disappointed that Jessica just stood on the other side of the locked bars and offered to unlock the cuff that was locked around my stocking’d ankle. ?Good night Sam,? ?Good night Jessica.?With those two gestures, I was alone again in the basement cell but able to remove the silk cloths and get ready for bed. I was once again looking. I drew my axe again and prepared for the end, scanning Rowann's army for any exploitable weakness. A small flurry of activity on her left flank caught my attention, as one Guardsman went down, slain away from the battle. I seemed to be the only one that saw a flash of magic and a brief appearance by a man dressed in black. Then another soldier fell.As if taken by surprise, too, my connection to the Spirit Sword suddenly flared to life. Somehow, the blade was very close."Too late, Kraki," I. Nothing in life is free, he thought.“Silly me” Stephen was thinking. “I thought Latoya and her friend were just after a bit of cock for themselves and that bit of cock was going to my lucky little penis. Nothing in life is every that simple, is it?” Stephen was thinking this but said nothing. He just stood their in his birthday suit with his willie hanging limply and slightly to the left of his balls. He looked at Latoya waiting for her to finish.Latoya continued when she thought Stephen was. It was her 13th birthday, and her mom had promised that tonight would be super-special.Carrie was a very intelligent girl with blazing ambition. She'd scored over 160 on an IQ test, and she'd written several articles for a teen political magazine that had been published and made her a few thousand dollars in author's fees. Last weekend, she and her family had been featured on a network's "morning show" that was interested in her now-respected teenage view on current politics and her.