‘I think I am full. Are you finished with the fruit?’ she asks. You are disappointed, you are afraid you have insulted her, and even worse, afraid...that your conversation is over as you truly have enjoyed your time with this woman. ‘You know fantasies are weird,’ she continues. ‘They are very individualistic. Different things work for different people. You know what I fantasize about? You know who the one person I think about is when I am alone at night?’ You stare intently at each other. You do. Her hand found mine and she put a piece of paper into my palm. "Come to this address at ten tonight to see my full presentation."And with that she buttoned up her blouse - making sure I was watching - and walked right out of my office.I arrived at the address about twenty minutes too early. I had been sporting a semi-boner the whole day, and couldn't think of anything else but Rachel. Her legs, her boobs, her ass, her smile. I couldn't contain myself and had jacked off as soon as I got in the. He made a small snort and smiled. Then he nodded."Keep watch," Jennifer said to Jen, before extending her hand to Dave. He took it and they hiked up the slope.The other side of the rocks was, unfortunately, even more rocky. Scrub brushes occupied most of the spots that held dirt and Dave didn't like the idea of twigs scraping his ass anymore than granite."We can make this work," Jennifer said, pulling a small thin blanket out of her pack.He smiled. "You think of everything."She grinned back. Anzekko.“His name is Harazar,” he hollered at the men.“Is he the same Harazar who defeated the Baron of Port Zamfara?” one of the Nordlinger men asked.“He is. I was sent by our king to help guard his clan’s estate,” Anzekko replied.They finally let us into the village, apologizing. They were escaped slaves from Port Zamfara, worried about being caught and returned.“You need not worry,” Lieutenant Anzekko assured them. “Even though we are at peace with Bajasan, we are under no obligation to.