The Sheriff looked at Glen and noticed the welts raised on the arm. He asked, “What happened to you?”“Oh, the crowd outside started throwing sto...es at the vile demon spawn, namely yours truly.” Glen answered. He looked through the glass at the crowd outside. They started coming into the city hall. Glen said, “You’re probably going to have to give me an escort out of here. I’m unarmed.”The Sheriff smiled as the Deputy waved a metal detector over Glen’s body. It rang on the coins in his pocket,. By about nine we had a bit of a crowd, a gathering round the bar that was at risk of becoming a full scale ceilidh - sensibly, I had a fire extinguisher to hand in case anyone actually started singing - and, well, a successful pub. There were even a couple of groups of tourists, for god's sake, but they were spending a lot of money so we put up with them.And through it all, the centre of attention, almost literally the life and soul of the party, was, of course, Fiona. I mean, I did my bit -. At the time she was still in the same long nightshirt and panties from the night before and noticed he still couldn't keep his eyes off her.It was so freeing. She had hidden her scarred legs her entire life, but after seeing his scars her fears evaporated. He looked at her like she was beautiful, even though he probably didn't intend to. And for the first time in her life she had started to believe it."Okay," Jason said as he allowed her to sink so she could stand in the waist deep pool. "You. She looked at him hard as his hand softly caressed her leg.“We…” she started but gasped as his hand slipped just inside the leg of her shorts. As she seemed reluctant, he kept his hand right there, his fingertips softly sweeping to and fro like the windscreen wipers of a car.“We what? What was it you wanted to say?” he asked softy.She did not answer but her eyes slowly closed in submission to his caressing fingertips. He watched her closely as her breathing became noticeably deeper at his.