Neither of them had expected five rather buxom women, dressed in rags and blankets and little else.Mike had examined Dayna Spyderchylde while extracti...g a rather lengthy and involved explanation of events from the five of them. Rochelle had always envied him his bedside manner, the calm and quiet consolation and questioning that resulted in him almost always getting the information he needed. Her tongue tended towards sharpness, and an abrasive conversational style that had helped distance them. "That's cool, asshole," shesaid, cutting off the middle finger. She proceeded to methodically cut offevery finger on the wizard's hand, then took a torch from the wall (Hmm, Idon't remember that being there, she thought), and cauterized the wounds,so the wizard wouldn't die. Not that quickly, anyway.She needn't have worried. The wizard was pretty close to immortal. Hecould, of course, die; he wasn't omnipotent. But it was going to take morethan a bloody beating to kill him. The only way to kill. It happened that I came just in time, for they were engaged in a terrific sexual combat, tossing about with interlaced limbs: Anna, now bare of all apparel and Joseph stripped to his shorts and drawers. I turned to Grace, and she seeing through the door the delicious act of sexual combat watched with glistening and lustful eyes as the pair melted away in a series of panting sobs and finally lay still and trembling, his dew spouting into the young girl’s tender being.At the sight of us, they. And that would have to be if she shaved her head, or had a tit mauled off or something.’ ‘Whatever.’ I shrugged their words off. Wishing we were talking about anything but her. Richard took several gulps of his pint then put it down in a very philosophical manner. ‘Listen man, we aren’t trying to fuck with you here. It’s just food for thought. In our eyes, Lottie is your girl and we or any of the other lads would never encroach on that. But if you don’t act, one day someone is going to come.