"Oh. It's on your back then," I concluded. "Do you want me to get a Band-Aid?" N-no?" What do you want me to do then?" I - I don't know. Look maybe an... see if I have to go to the doctor."The tears were streaming freely again."OK. Come over here and let me have a look."Hesitantly she came over and stood in front of me."Well, show me then. I can't help you if you don't show me the wound."She fumbled with the buttons and zipper in her jeans and with a tentative but smooth motion she drew her. But it was going to be necessary.The guildmaster, he had no other name than that that I was aware of, was a wry elderly gentleman who always appeared impeccably dressed and exhibited mannerisms that tended to ape the upper classes. He was at least as rich as many of the minor nobility and most of the cities' greater merchant families and this fact alone signified to his mind that he was worthy of similar due courtesies and respect. All guild masters, of every trade and profession tend to be. Then I came out and gave him some juice to drink. He accepted it gratefully and stared at me throughout . I was watching with amusement as his trouser rat was struggling. I stood near him with my hips swaying a bit and assessed the situation very quickly. He was a hunk I knew from Rajani who had one borrowed some cold ream to apply to her breasts beause he had suked her very hard, obviously he too seemed to be interested in me.I was feeling slightly horny already so I deided to see how it. ”"How did you know I called from a payphone?" asked a puzzled imaginary friend. “Do you have those phone number detectors, don’t you?”"Sort of. The system here gave me the number and from where it was before I sent you to my busines line...", explained Mr. Raitor."Ok, Ok,...damn, why I am such prone to such crap...”, mumbled Baroness before going back to the phone line “My phone number is 06-52634334"“Got it! I will call you in a day or two, no less. Have a good day”, Tim hung up the telephone..