Before I could do anything that I would regret, I heard a voice in my head, I am terribly sorry, I mistook you for somebody else. Please, can you find...it in your heart to forgive me?None of us were hurt, and the apology was obviously heart-felt, so I thought, Sure, you just caught me by surprise. Who were you aiming for?There is another knight who works for the Baron of Elgoth who dresses just as you do and rides a large black horse; his name is Sir Emlot Horsol. I am just recovering from his. That left people close to her own level in the hotel.The men, and boys, made too many advances. Trish quickly developed a reputation by shooting them down. Their mistake was sliding up sideways. A frontal assault could have born fruit. Trish was not averse to women in this role. The hotel definitely had a sisterhood. Others swung both ways. Still, no one made the first move. That was a deal breaker. When it came to sex, Trish wanted to be pushed. That meant someone unafraid to make the first. There was no physical comfort, but I felt clean and secure. It was enough. I had no concept of how long I lay there. I know that I slept. I woke, disoriented and stiff, yet thankfully warm. It did not take long for the reality to sink in. I knew where I was and what I had to face. That is, I knew I had to return and give my body to this creature, but just what acts or depravity it required, I could not imagine. I sensed that what I had already experienced was some sort of test, and would not be. There was a shout from upstairs as two men appeared in the landing, swore and then barricaded themselves into a bedroom. "Open up," two policemen cried and barged into the door. The suspects put a chair on their side of the wooden door and opened the window."Quick," the elder one cried and they looked into the bushes that lined their tiny front garden. The wiry man jumped into them, squeaking as he landed. And beckoned to his companion.He scrambled to his feet and sprinted away as the elder man.