"Uh, uh! That's okay then. Did you enjoy whatwe did together? Did you like feeling my cock in your ass?"Lenny's face coloured. "Yes, Hank." he said. H... felt ashamed to qualifyit more than that. His fluttering eyes took on a look that comes with amixture of hero-worship and physical adoration. His knees turned tojelly but he didn't feel tense anymore. He didn't resent his touch. Itfelt so wonderful to be squeezed up tight against his big hard body andfeel protected. Hank looped an arm around his. "She smiled, "mage? I am a shaman."I blinked, "I thought Ori law prohibited mages from combat?"She shook her head, "the old law prohibits us from using magic in combat. We can use magic in support but not during and we can fight, just not with magic."I grinned, "that gives me an idea. Get with the mage and see if you or she can create a spell to make us invisible or our clothes camouflaged like they did to the south. Make sure we can see each other though."She grinned as she headed for the. He could see the little weasel right now sitting in a Tory ale house raising his mug to the King and shouting out,"Death to the Rebel bastards!"The circumstances were mind-boggling what with the leaking boats hastily constructed with limited skills, the food rotting in the swamped bilges and the men coming down with the inevitable dysentery that came from drinking the brackish water of the virgin waterways. He looked back and the men watching him and slowly lit his pipe drawing in the rum. “…Why would you even say that.” “I’m just worried, honey. Something was wrong, he seemed a little… off.” She was right. This had been his first time hanging out over at her house, and it was… weird. He was polite, but in a well-mannered, stiff, and robotic sort of way. Nothing like the casual and laid-back buddy she thought she knew. Something about the whole visit, in fact, had somehow seemed… strained. Distant. “Well… maybe he was. A little,” Emily conceded, “But like, how would you.