It providedme some warmth from the now chilly wind. He wrapped the jacket over my shouldersand pulled it together in front of me. He reached into the ...ocket of the jacket and removed something, holding itin the palm of his right hand. 'Here, hold the jacket closed across your chest...Look straight ahead, do notlook down or move until I say.' I tensed up and sat still, gripping the front of the jacket in front of mybreasts. He reached under the coat and placed a collar around my neck. It was. She had a pile that was garbage and another that she was donating to those who were less fortunate. A gentle knock rapped at the door before it slowly opened. ‘Gerard, you can just throw the bags on my chair,’ she said, not bothering to turn around to look at him. Footsteps slowly crossed the room and came to stand behind her. As they lingered, she could feel him, feel the heat he emanated on her body, and feel his eyes staring at her back. ‘You can turn around and walk right back out the way. "Yes or no. Does the idea turnyou on?" "…Yes." He leaned back, then suddenly gotpensive. He interlocked his fingers and was silent for long moments. I watchedhim expectantly. "Whatif I told you that I'm a Dom?" My mouthparted and I fumbled for words. "Do youknow what that is?" he asked coolly. "Yes." "Whatis it?" "A… dominator." He smiledslightly. My friend was very confident, controlling, and straightforward,especially behind closed doors, and yet at all times there remained his. First, there was small Besh, the gnome sorceress, whose familiar Max (asmall cat) tended to ride on top of Besh's hat. Then there was Goruza,the half-orc barbarian, who normally could be seen swinging a verylarge double-bladed axe. And lastly, there was Emerald, the bard, whosemother had slept with a celestial being from a higher plane, giving herdaughter a beautiful singing voice, and a powerful glowing halo oflight around her head.Once "the Trio" had secured a few extra supplies, to be.