The two guards looked at their new foe warily. Fighting a swordsman and archer was one thing. Fighting a fully armored knight with two deadly black sw...rds was another. They hesitated, their faces doubtful.“I’m not sure what he promised you,” Yren continued angrily, his voice low and tight and his eyes boring into the fat man on the horse. “I’m sure it seemed like a good deal. It wasn’t. The man is vile. You should go.”“We-we-we have to protect the Holy Clergy of Tyln,” the guard on the right. . then the second one muchharder and Angelique whines and counts ass stringing worsenow each stroke is harder than the last on soon the 25th isreached the whore is in tears but till counts and managesto reap as told her ass is on fire now burning for thelashes received... Mistress now tells the whore to sit upon her knees and relax a second. Angelique gladly obeys.Mistress now tells whore to stand and helps her off thebed. Mistress tells the whore now she is going to gag her.That from now on. Out of the corner of my eye I see him shuffle in his seat, our bare knees brush and then he is still, my smooth leg against his hairy one. I can feel his eyes on my face, I glance round and see him mimicking me, biting his bottom lip, I smile sheepishly and look down at the crumpled bag in my lap. My eyes return to the screen as I feel a warm glow in my cheeks that I’m glad he can’t see. We both reach into the bag at the same time, his hand lingers before his fingertips tickle the palm of my. It seemed to work, the bartender and a couple of patrons at the bar were free with their conversation. I picked up a lot of local gossip, including a warning to watch out for a certain Greasy Bob Jenkins. He was called Greasy Bob because he liked to slick down his hair with axle grease.Greasy Bob sounded like one of the faces on a wanted poster I had picked up the last time, so I asked what made him a problem. It seemed that he liked to pick on strangers, especially those who were smaller than.