I finally get back to the yard at 6pm, clients have all gone home and Sophie is finishing off and is upstairs tidying the tack room.Tired from a day o... travelling and viewing horses, I climb the stairs and smile to myself as I hear the kettle go on and Sophie asking whether I want tea or coffee, she is such a kind girl. Walking into the room she shrieks and throws herself at me with a hug, showering me with kisses. I do not know what comes over me, whether it’s the kisses to my collar bone,. The bustle of the busy hotel lobby froze like a surprise winter’s rain. Furtive glances were cast their way. The women onlookers feigned shock and disgust, while secretly wishing they were in that woman’s place. The men looked on with envy and lust.Linda grasped her Master’s hand with both of hers and started to stroke his thumb in and out of her mouth, her slurping quite audible. “Stop!” Steven commanded in a half whisper and she did, in mid-suck. He removed his hand from her grasp and wiped. She gave Jason a wrenching gaze, her lower lip trembling. Her eyes flooded and dripped down her face."Melinda, I'm sorry, I wish we--"Melinda pulled Jason into an embrace, not one of love or affection but of desperation. A single, keening wail burst against Jason's shoulder. Jason hugged her, then grunted when Melinda's legs gave out and forced him to support her.Jason squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back his own tears until the feeling passed. He clenched his teeth when it refused to. " Worse than this, he ordered that each prisoner should be additionallyinjected with Chadwa's Serum, rendering them all potential feather-slaves, a true insult to our polis. His third outrage was to send allthese transformed knights back to Prydferth dressed in the armor theyhad worn as men. Onlookers covered their eyes in shame at the sight ofwispy girls riding through the city gates like half-grown children inthe garb of their own warrior sires.The defeat of the First Horse Lancer Troop had a.