"*He or she could simply pay in gold, losing no social status.*"Fucking tenesmic." Yara looked out into the fog on the lake. "I need tonegotiate from ... position of strength."*Your champion holds a similar opinion.*"They expect me to know what is being negotiated, and with whom."*Not an unreasonable assumption.*"What if I didn't know? What if the princess actually and truly doesn'tknow?"*That is close to a worst-case scenario.*"Is it possible?"The cat hacked up a hairball."Okay, furball. I know. Seeing that my breathing was becoming relaxed and accepting the fate she was laying out, she chose to take away some of that certainty. Grabbing the blindfold for the hood, she didn't waste any time blocking away my sight of what she was doing, purposely using excessive pressure on each of the press studs.The world now dark and my ability to speak gone, I awaited her next step. It wasn't as I expected, leaving me to stand I could hear her over by the bed preparing something for me. It took. Aftersome... incidents afterward, though, he had hoped he could finally relaxand maybe find himself. No such luck, obviously; just that morning hehad received a letter. Apparently there was another faction of killers;ones that had been kicked out of the UAA for whatever reason, and nowthey wanted to challenge him. No rest for the wicked, Travis supposed.The otaku placed his hand on the doorknob, frowning when he turned itand the door refused to open. Sighing, he leaned back and slammed hisfoot. Right on top was the site she had me find for her. I clicked on it. The page opened and I saw it was a member only blog. So I registered and madeyself an account. It was free so now I started looking at the forum for newest post. Yes I am nosey just like she said. I was able to find a couple of post less than an hour old. One had a screen name that could very well be my wife. She was commenting on a woman's question about what its like to have sex with a very well hung black man. I'm not.