I know you are my bodyguard and everything, but I'm pretty sure the danger has passed," I said."I'm not sure at all, so let's make a deal. I will take...you where ever you want to go. I will stay out of your way, but I will also make sure you are safe. If you find a ride home with someone, I will follow behind just to make sure you get home safe. If everything looks cool, I will leave you alone.However if at anytime you decide you have had enough, just give me a sign and I will come rescue you.. I memorized her face during the trip. Dark heavy eyebrows, that had never been plucked, and deep set brown eyes. She had a strong chin line and a wide mouth with chiseled lips. Her nose had a small bump in it but fit the rest of her face perfectly. Her hands were coarse with short nails and obviously had been used for manual labor. She appeared to have muscles where real girls did not. It was fairly easy for her to pass as a man. It appears that I was able to detect her because of some weird. She: Really? You seem to be a fan of whiskey.Me: Let’s just say that I am a fan of fine things.She: Interesting.We both smoked that joint and got high. Then we were just chit-chatting about anything and everything. Out talks did not even make sense, but we were laughing like mad people. After a while, she felt sleepy and said that she is going to sleep. I said good night, and she went to sleep.I took a few more drinks and then thought that maybe I should also get some sleep. I went inside and. She glared at me, as if my affirmation had really taken her by surprise, then her eyes lowered for the first time. “Then touch me, milord.” The phrase came out like a whisper, a tinge of shame and I could not feel much more. Maybe she was, in fact a whore. Her body tense and still, but there was a certainty in her words. She clearly knew of the necessity of proving herself, otherwise it would only add to the chance of her being dead at the end of this encounter.I swiftly juggled my saber from.