She: But, why?Me: Nothing.She: No, tell. I know everything. Touching my ass, staring at my boobs. Even now you are peeping at my cleavage. What is thi...? Why are you doing this?Me (shocked): Sorry, Aunty.She: No. Tell why? I won’t tell anything to your mom. It will be between us. Share your feelings.Me (sign of a relief for me): Actually I like sex and want to have fun with someone. I want someone to teach me about all these things. I am a shy guy at the college and girls won’t even talk such. Thank you so much."Hank smilingly took her hands. "No," he said softly. "I merely got you started. This is the chap who won the place." He turned to Nigel and held out a hand. "Congratulations and well done! That's great news."Nigel shook his hand. "Thank you, sir," he said simply.Fiona pulled herself together and did the introductions. Hank bought a round of drinks and they sat down at a table with them."Now," he said to Nigel, "I want to hear a blow by blow account. Oh, whoops, sorry! Have. Honed by thousands of hours on the training floor, her instinct was to prepare for violence, and her hand fell to her sword. A faint shape formed from the darkness, and despite her disheveled state she tensed for combat. I can’t quite see my adversary, but this is no nightmare about the Dead. If I strike quickly and surely... The quick, rough abrasion of a match echoed like a bowshot in the otherwise silent forest, and suddenly a flame hovered in the darkness. It fired the palest of lamps, yet. ”“Your guard here can be used to obtain your food and drink, but you must remain in your hut except for shitting and peeing.”“Yes, High Chief.”“Now, go back inside.” Feelia had been watching this exchange, as had the young guard, and Feelia wore a face that promised only death. Deelia arrived with the tribe’s Shaman, an elderly man who looked frightened by the imposing female warrior escorting him. He addressed John, with a surprised glance at the disappearing Chief.“I am Shaman Toledo. I am.