The proprietors were sitting tailor fashioned waiting for customers. It was the kind of scene that one might expect in a medieval village.She wondered...for a minute how the state would collect taxes in the future. Barter and the exchange of cell phone minutes were now commonplace. Things weren’t marked with a fixed price. Like everywhere in the world where there was barter, there was haggling. She was sure that the Governor was pulling her hair out trying to figure out that one.She watched. There was some excruciating pressure against the virginal orifice. It hurt. It hurt like hell! She moaned again like a trapped animal. "Nooooooo!"Behind her, Randy shoved hard, and sweat popped out on his brow. It hurt him, too, but he was determined. He was going to fuck his smart-ass wife right in the ass. He was going to have this victory over her... for once in their life he was going to take the limelight!"Ooooooooooh, God, Randy, you're splitting me apart," she groaned through tear-dimmed. All around Logan, the entire court was now moving about as well. Every creature, even the animals, moved to kneel or bow before her. They would not even dare to look up at her as she passed by.Of the ice that had only moments ago covered everything, not a trace of it remained. Even the cold bite of winter air was fading. Only a cool kiss remained, like the last gasp of a long autumn just before the first snowfall.“Very good,” she purred. “Let us have a better look at you, mortal spirit.”Logan. Couple more, maybe three. All male. Laughing low, gulping beer. “Now here’s the rule,” Jake said. He wasn’t talking to me but I listened close. What the hell was that on my chest? It was like duct tape on my nipples. And I had a jacket on it, a big shirt, something soft and floppy. “Dutch and I caught this little fish fair and square. He’s ours long as we want him.”There was a general grudging consent to that point. “But we’re generous guys, like to share with our friends.”“Damn right,” said.