By the time we were back to the inn, Sid was fuming. Mostly over Master Jo having gone missing, but almost as much over the new look, and the changes ...o his staff."Sid my sweet, you need to get calmed down." I said when we were alone in our room. "I want you to take a nap. When you wake up and are calmer, we can meditate a little, okay?" And spar some." He said. "I have some energy to burn off, and a new staff to get used to."That was true. His new staff, or old staff twice transformed, was now. Time had left its marks on her. Still, shewas a beauty few women could match at their height of youth.At once she spotted Leo cowering in a corner."What do we have here?" she inquired in a weathered yet melody voice.Leo took a deep breath. His cursed title got him into this mess. It mightas well get him out of it. One of the talents bestowed by it was theability to change one's voice. Leo imagined a higher pitch than his own.Quickly and in more panic than he felt he explain."I am so sorry. I. Sure enough, dude in the seat I was hanging out by was just kinda touching my leg and looking at my ass from the side. Now, I read a lot of smut and you read about this crap all the time. CONVENIENTLY nobody noticed, and I thought that was just a trope. Everyone was either in their own world or didn't care. As this realization struck, he started to rub my ass and where my pussy was through my leggings.The Nymph in me kept me from clocking the fucker or screaming like a bitch in a horror film,. I am a capable man after all, having been shown by my parents early on how to be self-sufficient in life something required in such a large family I grew up in. And I had the time, I worked a lot over the weekend cleaning, washing, my regular work, doing anything to try and keep my mind off of my occasional hard on at the thought of my wife and seeing her again. So it was washed, I led her panty-clad body to the laundry room, pulled open the dryer door and removed her long black night shirt. I.