Since coming to this place and meeting the local population, I’d come to accept that most men had a phobia about taking the mate of a dead hunter as... his own. Rugar had explained the logic to me over tea one morning, back in the beginning, when we’d just started to get to know each other. The belief was that if a hunter died hunting it was his mate’s fault.I had asked how that could be so, and Rugar said, “It is believed by hunters that if a mate is unhappy with her mate, because he has not. Queen Oonagh’s forces have been driven out of the majority of areas. However, on the south coast of Kedyrn there is a large holdout of forces under a command loyal to her and they are attracting other forces loyal to her into that area. In order to extirpate those forces we will need to withdraw some of our own from towns and villages we have ‘liberated’, some of whose loyalties are suspect. We’d like to request from our allies, sufficient forces necessary to keep the peace in those towns,”. Leave Ginny alone and go find a willing girl to play with. Since you are footballers it shouldn't be too difficult for you." You want me to take care of this nut Jake?" The second guy asked, already moving towards me."Yeah just does it" Jake replied.The guy moved in close and took a telegraphed swing at my head. Balancing on my right foot I took a step forward with my left foot, blocked his punch with my left arm and drove my right fist knuckle first into his solar plexus. The air whooshed out. As I stepped out onto the walkway it felt warm. I passed down the walkway out to the parking lot, which in July was baking. I winced as I put my bare foot onto the sizzling hot pavement. I began walking the 100 feet or so across the parking lot, barefoot in a long dress. I began to think about my man, and I got turned on. Suddenly the pavement didn’t feel bad. It was kind of stimulating. I began to approach the gravel and right before it there was a patch of sand in the shade. My toes sank into.