"The subject's name is uh, let me see here..." Carol checked her notes,"Daniel Schmidt, he was drafted earlier this year, he is currentlyrehabbing an ...njury, umm, oh yeah, and he throws in the mid nineties!" Very nice!" responded one member. "But do you really expect the ownersin the Major Leagues to accept a woman on to one of their rosters, muchless a man who changed into a woman?" First, when we are finished "helping" his fastball if you know what Imean," no one needed to be told what that. ’ Grayson heard the words too barbaric and knew it had to be something that would kill many at a time. ‘What was it he was planning on doing, Lady Heather?’ Heather could see the intense interest in the plan and told him. ‘My father wanted tae pour oil along the bridge and wait till they were all on it, then set it afire wi’ flaming arras. Same as under these arches. My mother thought it was a horrid way tae do battle, but I think she would change her mind, if she was told of it noo.’ Grayson. He looks around the room, which is lit only by the fire burning in the hearth. The furniture is sparse and looks to be home made by hands more used to other work. Even in the dim lighting his keen eyes have no trouble seeing what lies before him. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a dark bearskin rug. He pulls the hood of his cloak off revealing his wet blonde hair running down his back under the cloak. With the hair being pressed down by the weight of the water his pointed ears are. " But you say you love it for yourself, why do you have such mixed feelings?" Sierra, didn't have my childhood. My parents were out of it and I got sexualized earlier than I should have. All my adult life, I've needed the sense of control that escorting gives me. They're very limited relationships and the limits make me feel safe." I'm sorry Tabby." Don't be. They're just the cards I got dealt. It's like I was designed to be the perfect call girl. I'm pretty enough and I know I'm good, but it's.