Donald dismounted and walked over to him smiling. He ruffled his head.“Not this time, young man. This one fancies himself a swordsman. I’ll deal w...th him myself.”Isabella came over and said, “Thank you, young Sir Simon, but even if he really is quite good, Sir Donald will soon put him in his place.”He blushed profusely when she kissed him on the cheek. The rest of the men smiled and patted him on the back as he returned to his station. Tabitha came over to him.“You are so brave,” she told him,. Kiki politely raised her hands before her, offering both wrists for cincture. Ned circled the bands in place. Each was a leather strap, buckled in place and providing embedded silver rings for restraint attachment. Ned walked his candidate to the table. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he boosted her aboard. She scrambled to lie down, face up, arms cooperatively waiting at her shoulders. Ned let her wait. He spread her legs and used the ankle cuffs to bind her ankles to the corners of the. .. No... I just..." he trailed off, unable to continue. Inside, he was screaming at himself. He knew what he wanted to say. A lifetime of hang-ups was standing like a mountain in front of him."Scott... has something happened?" No... Yes... I..." Honey, take your time," she said soothingly. "I'm here for you, you know that, right?" Yeah," he gasped. She could hear the pain and misery in his voice. She waited patiently for him to say something more, lying in her bed with her eyes closed."Teresa?". Lance swore loudly, swiftly kicking his hat across the barn floor before using the back of his arm to wipe off the blood running from his nose. ‘God damn, stubborn sonofabitch,’ he mumbled before stalking off in the opposite direction. Lance bent over the water faucet outside the house, coughing blood. Wesley wasn’t usually a violent man, but he’d managed to do some damage. He growled at himself and splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm his nerves. ‘Goddamn sonofabitch… if a.