"Duncan noted the Irish girl was wearing a sword slung from her shoulder. "And swordsmanship?" No, there are better blades here than me. Perhaps. I've...not felt it necessary to reveal the full extent of my ability with a blade. And yes Duncan, I have been practicing since our last meeting. I have demonstrated enough to also be an Imperial Guard, at least as far as the children go. I like it. It keeps me safer and them too since I can go armed." There are threats?" Well no one is popping out. ..I...I'm not a very good dancer Brix, maybe I should..." Nonsense! Please, may I?"He took my hand, and the next thing I knew, we were dancing! I was verynervous about dancing with him, but he was very good, and within a fewminutes, I got the hang of it. The music changed to a waltz, which manypeople opted out of, but Brix merely held me tighter!"You forgot to tell me your name," he said with a smile."Cindy," I said, giving him the name mom had picked.When the music stopped, he escorted me to. A Caribbean cruise was just the ticket to forget what a rut her life had settled into. A life lacking in excitement and surprises. A dull, grey, meaningless, juiceless life. But, then she had met this man, this man unlike any she had ever known. This man who invited her to dine at his table, who placed his hand over hers, who made tingles run up and down her spine when he gazed into her eyes. This man who made her turn to jelly when she thought of being in his embrace. His embrace. Dirty!. 'WM's' are just a PR terminology, that allow us to 'Flash the Gash', and hold a finger to our pursed lips and say a girly thing like, 'Oops'.As I write my mind overflows with the many indiscretions I have witnessed from girls who were my closest friends, and women who worked alongside me, things that would change the minds of even the most die-hard of men, turning us in their eyes, from Goddesses to Whores and Sluts.So what is this little thing that drives female compassion, masked under the.