She said, “Rachel has raved about how wonderful you are; we’ll have to get together a little later.” She then presented her slave Twink. He was ... middle-aged man, with a bit of a paunch, dressed as a harem slave wearing baggy red silk pants, a matching vest with no shirt underneath, and purple slippers that curled up at the toes. Like all of us slaves; he looked ridiculous. It must have been some understanding among the Dominants that a slave is dressed in such a degrading fashion to keep them. “But he was hot in a douchey sort of way so I thought about ... you know ... just fucking him and giving him a thrill. He was way into me. I think he liked hairy armpits.”“There are guys like that out there,” I offered. “Usually if a girl has hair under her arms, she’s a total freak in bed. I’m talking ... monkey love.”“Uh-hmm,” Liz agreed. “Plus, you know if she ain’t shaving her pits, she ain’t shaving the beaver.”“Be just like a 1970s porno movie,” I said. “Have to fight through the trees. I am a Med Specialist and part of a family none of you could ever understand. My friend Roghor knows it and predicted it.”--””--Lumis arrived on Avondur, the usual way with great fanfare and self-serving pomp. He basked in the fact that Crea, the Spirit of Creation has chosen him to be her champion and gave him tremendous powers.He stepped out of a sphere of brilliant white light, accompanied by trumpet sounds. Dressed in his magnificent white armor and armed with Radiance the great sword of. I could hardly wait to touch her. I'd willingly touch her anywhere, I don't care, just as long as I get to touch that glorious skin.We sat down at a table and I popped open the bottle and poured the wine into those hotel glasses they put in the bathrooms next to the ice buckets, hardly the correct type of glass, but good enough to drink away the day's trials and tribulations."Cheers," I said, raising my glass to meet hers. Our eyes met for a split second. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw.