I kicked the man getting up from the mud squarely in the ribs, took his sword and flung it out into the dark and then jumped up to the driver's seat, ...eleased the brake and flicked the reins.When we got to their home, the daughter hurried inside, but the woman said, "I'd like to see you when you've taken care of the horses."I nodded, hopeful of fleshy rewards. The short fight had, as usual, excited me in all ways.I wiped off my boots before entering the back door and found Mrs. T-- waiting for. It was also her attitude about that appearance, forged in a nightmare of locker-room teasing and tormenting when she was younger, and her determination to overcome those demons, and most of all the hard-won knowledge that she had succeeded in doing so. It was not simply that she had a very hairy pussy, rather, it was her shameless embrace of her unusual adornment, her tacit proclamation that she was a hairy lady and utterly unabashed to be so, that commanded the respect and admiration of us. "Why Allison Delaney..." she said with a sly smile. "... you ARE alive!"Kaija's smile and enthusiasm were contagious. Ally found herself laughing and momentarily forgetting all her worries. It felt so nice for a change... "You're an absolute riot, Kai!" You seem pretty determined to find him," Kaija said as she watched Ally rifle through the pages of the directory. "Can I help?"Ally wasn't sure how to answer that one. In the end, she just decided to throw caution to the wind and try to track. Sasha clicked the mouse button next to her, and after a few more seconds, the audio kicked in. “Sasha Sinclair and Tara Tennyson. Gender: Female. Age: 23. Soundness of mind: we'll assume okay. So, I take it you two aren't each others' greatest fans?” The face at the other end of the video call was suitably hidden in shadow, but the voice didn't make any effort to hide it's amusement. “We were told you have a certain way of settling differences that leave no room for argument.” Sasha was in no.