The naked woman dances and spins. Her long hair blows wild and free in the blustering wind. The goblet and knife in her hands speak of some nameless r...tual. Her naked dance is sexy, brazen, promiscuous, earthy, vulgar. She flings her arms wide and opens herself to the storm. A single bolt of lightning spears down and slams into the earth in front of her. Heat and light sear the front of her body with brilliance. Her back is plunged into cold dark mysterious shadows. The storm-tossed trees turn. About his waist he was wearing a belt that held his scabbard and longsword. He had a skull cap on his head. The man was ebony black with short cropped hair and a moustache and neatly trimmed goatee. As he stepped forward he drew his sword."So what is your name?" I asked the man, stopping a good thirty feet away from him."Aaron Johnson," the man replied in a deep gravelly voice.I knew his name. He was on the list of top ten warriors on Game World. He didn't have a good reputation. I just nodded. It was a closely guarded trade secret. It was known as Tyrelian Purple, because the dye producers were based in Tyre."Penny added, to show she had picked up things just as well, "I learned in my history class that the top Romans wore robes dyed purple. The reason for that was that the purple dye was so expensive that it showed you were rich or one of the top nobs. It came down through the generations as the saying "born to the purple", meaning you were born into a noble house."Tabs said,. I keep Harold caged and only make use of him at such times as I have already bedded another. My technique is such that Harold’s sperm has no chance of fertilising but without his suspecting. He is grateful enough to be able to come! He has no idea that he will not be the father of another child of mine but two boys are more than enough! Anyway, it seems from my reading that my attempt a month ago was successful. Harold will only recall that he was released from his cage and permitted to bed me.