“What’s wrong with it?”“You feel it, d’ya?” Ardt nodded. “It’s weighted wrong. The haft is too heavy or the blade is too light. It’s...sharp enough so it will cut vegetables or meat – or skin, should it come to that – but it’s unbalanced and almost unusable to a fighting man. All of Yren’s blades turn out the same – knives, swords and such. Even his hammers and maces are off. I’ve tried to explain it to him but he just can’t seem to understand how weapons should feel.”“Why is it blue?” She. ”That was a lie. We all take napkins, sweeteners and toothpicks when we need them and it’s no big deal. As to the games: I just don’t think that’s stealing. When I made more than pocket change I started buying my games and I eventually bought most of the albums I had pirated in my teens. I apologize to whoever programmed Lemmings in 1991, but I just didn’t have thirty guilders to spend on a game. That was a bloody fortune back then. Now that I’m an adult I pay for stuff I like, but I was once a. ”“I don’t really know how to be a woman,” she almost whispered. “The way I was brought up, I wasn’t supposed to think about that.”“Sounds harsh,” he said.“It was all I knew.”“Well, you’re all grown up now. This is America. You have the right to pursue happiness. The Declaration of Independence says so, right there in black and white. I spent twenty-five years securing that right, and I didn’t even know you then.”“Are you saying I should put myself in your hands?”He laughed.“No, I don’t think. Her mouth gaped open in surprise and she found she had lost her voice. She couldn't even scream for help now. Then she caught sight of Wes and realized that he had taken off his clothes. One sight of his mammoth, hard cock and she fainted dead away with fear!Wes gazed down at his unconscious wife with alarm that quickly turned to satisfaction. He hadn't expected her to faint but that was fine. With Helen unconscious, it would make everything much easier.Wes lifed his prudish wife in his arms.