The march continued, inevitably slowed by the pace of the prisoners who werefootsore after the first day. It was well after sunset on the fourth day w...enwe arrived at the gates of the Capital. The officer of the watch opened thegate for us and the prisoners were marched through the deserted streets tothe citadel. The men were exhausted, but still they deserved some reward forcompleting their mission. The male prisoners were placed in the empty paddockand eight legionaries were assigned to guard. "Well, his parents had a lot to do with the way he looks, but, yes, I assisted in his current state of disarray," I said.We all burst out laughing, and Jared gave me a high-five. Kids at the other tables looked at us, and were probably wondering about what happened. The Ray Machine hadn't laughed in a long time, and it felt kind of good.By Thanksgiving, Micki and I had evolved into a more comfortable relationship. We weren't as close as Micki probably wanted us to be, but I had begun to. . they will say anything to get to fuck a girl. I know this is different... I know you're different, but still. I can't help but worry." I promise, Stephanie. What can I do to convince you?" I begged. "I've stayed chaste for you for so long..." I know something," she offered, meekly. "That maybe could prove that you care more for me than anybody else... or yourself..." I want to do it. Please. Anything. I'll go down on you for hours, take you shopping, cook, clean for you. Anything, Steph. You. I’d appreciate it if you stayed near the club in case I get overwhelmed and have to escape.”“I don’t know what you are planning,” he said, “but your assistant already gave me detailed instructions. I’m not allowed inside the club during the party, but I’ll not leave the area. You have my card and your assistant has my number.” Shamir quickly sketched out a plan of the club and the available exits for me—most of which I recognized from Cinnamon’s briefing. The guy was good but my assistant was.