Instead, I just let the energies from the sword and the ring flow through me. And as they did, I began to sense things, kind of like fuzzy images. The...longer it went on, the clearer the images became, until soon, it was like looking at a silent film, as the images unfolded, telling me the history of the T-38 that I was riding in. Its own story.I quickly figured out that every scene I saw was filled with emotion. Most were new pilots, taking the stick for their first supersonic flight. And many. At some time she must have had implants put in. All I could manage in reply was a gulp, and a, "Yeah."The smile on her face had now changed to a grin, as she dropped down to her knees and started undoing my jeans. I looked around and remembered that no-one was in when I turned up. I could see the cctv that looked at the door, plus it made a loud bang if anyone came in, so I was covered there. There were windows all around the pub but I was safe if anyone looked in because she was below the bar.. His gray eyes were tired from the heat and grime of so many battles of sword and state, and kept drooping while hearing out different appeals from citizens of his kingdom. His face was smooth, but it had faint lines of age showing up as though the desert winds were gently uncovering some hidden structure under his skin. His raiment was the traditional robes of the monarch, a deep scarlet shirt with emeralds for buttons, and black pantaloons that were laced into his dark brown sandals. A red and. “Thank you Mary, can you give us a couple of minutes please?”“Certainly Sir, would you like coffee in your study until you are ready?”“Uh, yes thank you Mary that would be lovely.” Marek put his arm around Heather and led her back to the study.“Take a seat sweetheart and I’ll try to explain.” Marek sat in one of the large chairs. After a moment Heather dropped into the other chair with a confused look on her face. Moments later there was a knock on the door and Mary came in with a silver coffee.