"No ma'am I'm not, don't you worry yourself at all." He hesitated just a moment then he started to improvise. His fingers touched her calf and started...to work their way up her legs, up high enough that they were almost underneath her skirt. "The thing is though, if you really don't want me to search you for contraband or weapons then I'll have to take you downtown and book you... for both a DWI and on drug charges, I'm sorry about that ma'am. Although it's still your choice what I do." His. She was not like the otherprovince ladies of the village. There was also something magic about herand as soon as our eyes met, I felt a strange link forming between us.She became my obsession and I began looking for information. I learnedthat she was living in a small room in the only local guesthouse and thather name was Illana. I learned also that she used to spend some timeevery evening in the local pub, which also belonged to the guesthouse. Inspite of my fame I was unsure and it took me. She arranged private access to inmates when he wanted it. The lieutenant walkedin without knocking and sat on the edge of his desk. He wouldn't have allowedany of his other subordinates to pull that crap but he needed Dawson and sheknew it. "What's happening, boss?" she asked, staring at the front of his trousers. "Lookslike you got a roll of quarters in your pocket. Gonna make some phone calls?" "Fuck you, you scrawny black bitch," he answered without anger. "Cut it off and I'll stick it in!". Our small army had been exhausted. With no energy to chase the enemy, Julie thought it was a sour victory, but we had certainly held the ground. It had taken the rest of the day to organize a camp and collect the wounded. We sited the camp well away from the battlefield by the babbling brook. Julie tasked the three women that had successfully guarded our mules with arranging and setting up the Wolf tents. Thus, while the camp came together, we were free to attend the sick. Julie and I examined.