This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete inclu...ing the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments — pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. Chapter 8, The Party As Luke, Brian and the others entered the Laundromat, they were greeted by squeals of laughter and excitement. Inside, there were 20 or 30 local women and a few middle aged men. The men were. " She finished parking the car, reached into her handbag and brought out a ten pound note. "Twenty JPS, get some for yourself and pick up a few magazines while you're there."Seeing my shocked face, she added, "Look, you're going to have to face people sooner or later unless you're planning to spend the next two weeks locked and hidden away in your bedroom like Rapunzel or something. Why not make a start now."This made sense but it was only later that I began to wonder why Anne hadn't bought her. First she had to show her husband how really good she was handling a sword.Messalina had heard of Attia's slaying of Giganticus. She was intrigued by the fact that such a tiny girl had the strength and finesse to take down Rome's greatest gladiator. Word came to her that the redhead had moved so fast when the warrior started to rush her the guards swore by the gods that they weren't aware that Giganticus was dead until he fell backwards hitting his head on the granite block's of the arena's. There was a strange eroticism to her submission. She felt taken, controlled, violated. The power of this young man over her made the violation seem necessary. She felt like a slave, but like a mother, like a victim, but like a follower. Her emotions were as chaotic when she pleasured him as her brain had been when hed pleasured her. John sat back and reveled in the moment. The room was quiet except for the gentle sucking sounds coming from the woman between his legs. He looked around at his.