“I was just used to living like that,” she said. “It was no big deal.”“It was a big deal. It made us both believe things that turned out to ...be wrong,” I said.“I guess that’s true. Anyway, I didn’t want to be some gay boy’s beard, even if I thought the boy was sweet. So that’s why I wouldn’t go have coffee with you.”“Man,” I said. I’m sure I sounded disgusted.“It’s also why I agreed to be your study partner after first semester was over. I thought if you were gay, I was safe being around. She finally was ready for her massage and I made her take off her clothes and lay with her feet facing the window. This prevented her from seeing anyone that may get to close to the window, and also offered them a great view of her pussy. She laid on her stomach and I started by massaging legs. With each stroke, I would spread her legs further, to have that beautiful shaved pussy exposed for all to see. I rubbed her butt and regularly spread her ass cheeks to play with her butthole. This always. The cut-purses and the criminals likewise kept their distance because it was like meeting a troop of the King’s dragoons right out in the open ready fight and on a constant state of alert in all directions. Most of the females were armed as well because sometimes in battle the difference was in sheer numbers and not the weight of muscles to win the day. The women made excellent archers and were able to put their accuracy to the test at a distance making gender a non-issue.At first, Sir Robert. “We’ll give you two days of food, and you can have your armor back—it’s got enough padding that you won’t freeze to death. But we want you gone immediately. You can keep your own coin pouches; you’ve all got enough money to get wherever you’re going.”“What about our weapons?” one man asked.“You’re not getting your weapons back after what you did here. You can have your belt knives, I suppose.”“We didn’t mean to do it!” another man protested. “The voice made us!” They’d all given the same story.