The first thing I realized was that I was locked on something, or rather we were locked on something. No slippery-slidey evasion, no fading in and out...or around. We were locked on a molecule of something."Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I was forming the thought to ask myself. "Okay Bud. We've got it, but can you tell us what it is we've got?" Yes, but feel it for a bit. Lancelot considered it one of his duties as well as his pleasure to make sure Lady Guinevere was not deprived of being totally and continually sexually gratified. But when Sir Lancelot was sent on a mission by King Arthur and the King was gone as well, the queen had no one to satisfy her sexual desires and needs. She was royally horny and unfulfilled during those times. She struggled with this situation for months, yea, years. She tried to satisfy her needs by attempting to learn how to. Mayor Nichols said let me see who they are as they pulled out both Mr. and Mrs. Masters and said my my we meet again don’t we as the sheriff said you know them as Mayor Nichols said of course they are the new owners as she said uncuff them now as the sheriff said on what grounds mayor all we know is they are not from here as Savannah said last time I checked I was your boss not the other way around as they undid Paul’s and Brittney’s cuffs and said we are sorry.Savannah said you two ok as Paul. Bar the door after I leave." Neither looked happy with my night excursion. I felt that I needed to do it though.I slipped out the window and headed west to the Foreign Quarter. The moon was cooperating as the sliver was falling away from the city. I had eaten my fill before I left and had picked up an emergency ration of dried apricots from the bazaar earlier.With my enhanced vision I had little problem avoiding the sentries and skulkers that were out this late. Yolanda's directions were spot.