“In that case I’ll come join you” said Beth as she stood and let her dress fall to the floor. She unclipped her bra and I got a first view of he... fabulous breasts – they were large but surprisingly firm and beautifully well-rounded. I did think she might have had some silicon enhancements but Ally assured me later that they were 100% natural. As she came closer and I was able to get my hands on them they certainly felt real enough. She laid between me and Ally and I began fondling one breast. The tavern owner's brother owned a factory that produced hand woven products designed and made by the residents of the region and he allowed he could use a "cleaning" person since she had no talents in either weaving or in art. Maureen had been cleaning all her life and felt she had more than enough experience to handle that position.The brother's name was Reginald and he was a stocky man with excessive girth and a face that held a dual set of chins. All of the females working at Reginald's. Danica sifted through the Archmage's reeling mind, destroying every memory she could find, defending those she cared about in the only way that was possible. For every memory she vanquished, another person was safe, even if she and Celes should fail.A wail of anguish erupted within Zoraster's mind, and Danica felt the presence of Blorcasir shoved back. An even darker, even more ominous presence replaced it, and something suddenly thrust Danica out of Zoraster's mind as well.Yelping and grabbing. But, if I did that, I also had to take personal blame for the deaths of roughly 500 men and women who had gone into battle trusting me to make the right decisions and do everything I could to bring them out again.Since we had expanded crews on most of our ships for training our new people, the AIs could tell me we lost 378 people on Kestrel alone, and another 127 on Nice. For those 505 men and women, I had failed in my duty. Two hundred and eighty-seven volunteers. Two hundred and eighteen.