" The professor called behind her. "Mathematically, we can be no more than five degrees off course." Perhaps we only need to rest. Possibly, we could ...et to know one another better?"Professor, you paid me good money to ensure the safety of your expedition. You also promised me a medal from the Royal Geographic Society when we found one of the ancient dwellings. As to your other offers, to which I am quite undisposed, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the bearers are much better lovers than men. I asked her if I made love to her would she try to kill me. With a playful look in her eye she answered back, “no, but I may try to eat you”. That was good enough for me as I told her, “that’s okay because I’m going to eat you first”. I started with her pert little breasts. She was my favorite size, 34B with nipples that could poke an eye out. I flicked my tongue out and around her hard nips while sometimes rolling them gently between my teeth. When I did that I could feel her body. " Alexander continued."Listen?" Mikele flashed in anger. "Just who the hell do you think you are? You attacked us - for what reason?" On contract, of course. Why else would we?" What 'contract'? You saying you're mercenaries?" 'Mercenary' is not a term in my vocabulary. We are contract soldiers."Mikele and Delios looked at each other in astonishment. "What fucking contract? Who hired you?" I'm not at liberty to say." The hell you are?" Delios exclaimed. "I'll warm you up, all right - maybe on a. Bards of worldly renown and enchanting voices had prepared to sing the Mythos in praise of the Castigator and the Pantheon, a telling re-enactment of the Pacification of Zaelin and the striking down of the last Heathen; Parnoth Larthiel, the Last Ignorant.The re-enactment would also offer a kind of prize to one of the guests who would be lucky enough for his name to be drawn amongst hundreds: he would have the chance to play as the Castigator in the final duel with Parnoth, the unclaimed role.