Only seconds after it had begun the skirmish was apparently over.His first concern was van Damm. But a brief look at the fallen trooper was enough to ...how that this was no longer relevant. The spear had severed her spinal column; she was dead. Igwanda closed his eyes momentarily, partly in respect and partly to forestall tears; of all his troopers she had been his unacknowledged favorite, the one he most respected, trusted ... cared for. But there was no time for grieving."Report," he said. Hours passed. We had talked nearly half the day and still had not run out of topics. She had told me earlier in the day that she needed to be at work early the next day. It was already 2:00am. I knew she needed to go, and I desperately tried to refrain from reminding her of her early appointments. But my fingers were already busily typing the words ‘shouldn’t you rest, my dear? You have to get up early.’ Unfortunately, I was right and with a long drawn out good-bye and an exchange of email. Various merchants hawked their wares and customers weaved in and out of the stalls, while children played all around.As the two approached the city late in the afternoon a cloaked figure, who had been sitting near one side of the gates, stood and threw back its cloak revealing a young man wearing the surcoat of a 'Paladin of the Light'."Hail, and well met, High Paladin. I am Brother William, Monk of the Brotherhood of the Sword of Saint Michael, and ordained 'Paladin of the Light'. I am to be. He asked that I talk dirty to the camera."What do you want me to say?" I asked."Just tell me how much you love fucking his black dick." I guess I could do that."The week flew by, before I knew it Friday night had come and I was getting ready for my date with Tyrone. I picked out a sexy outfit to wear, a short black miniskirt and a tight black tube top with a matching pair of black heals. Underneath, I wore nothing, no panties and no bra, I didn't need them. Brian prepared the video camera and.