I arrived at the office in good time, thinking that others might be there, but I was all alone. He invited me in and pointed to a chair and told me to...sit down, he looked through my application for ages, every now and then looking up and eyeing me up and down. He then asked me the usual questions, about experience, work history. He then came round his desk and stood beside me and slightly to my rear, he said that he was very pleased with me, my application and the way I presented myself. I. Ataya and Audette would die, because he was too weak.Knight or Armsman. Blacksmith. Mage. He had struggled with the sheer concept of them, fear and worry gnawing at him as he contemplated what each of those terms meant and how he could possibly fit into any of them. He had felt too small. He had felt too unworthy. What right did a humble blacksmith have to any other claim? It was fine to hear how Ardt had been more than a simple smith, but Ardt had lived a lifetime. He had only 16 seasons under. "Moving to bury her head against my chest, she drapes her flushed, naked body over mine in exhaustion. Cuddling her to me, my fingers trace over her shoulder blades while I savour the contact for a moment. She seems to have enjoyed it, and I'm hopeful that it's enough to sate her until the next time with me now feeling dizzy. With it being late and a Monday night, I get up to try getting dressed but then find myself unsteady on my feet. Struck by the alcohol catching up on me, the room begins. I could still hold my own in a bikini with the younger crowd. Although their bodies screamed virgin – hard body territory, mine whispered same shape only softer. Amazingly, I felt sexy, but that is not the word I would have given it. I just reveled in the beauty of my lines and curves, and sex really had no part in it, but then again, it never did. The day was glorious, cool temps and low humidity, a perfect September day. I had chosen to wear shorts that showed off the lingering tan while it.