The sounds of the soft jazz wafting thru the house when suddenly I hear a knock at the door and then the doorbell.What the hell am I going to do? She ...always lets herself in. I get up, check the mirror. I seem to look OK. I walk to the door, peer thru the viewer, but something is blocking the view. I can't see who is there. The knocking and doorbell keep going, finally I hear her voice, "Diane, open the door. Don't embarrass me with my guest!" A guest?Reluctantly I open the door wide, say good. I found that just turned me on more. I hadn’t really thought about the humiliation of it before just the part of being so sexually charged for so long. Now I wondered if the humilaition was not the stronger part of it. I knew Sarah liked to be in charge she was always the more aggressive in bed. I liked it that way also I always just went with the flow. The only thing I knew for sure was I wanted this in the worst way. I went to sleep on the coach with my book in my hand. I woke up. Sarah was. This all changed late in that year when Joerg, accompanied by his eldest brother and seven more men, exercised their horses by exploring the vicinity of the city. They were riding past an outlier farm, when Joerg spotted a group of armed men in front of the dwelling. Some dispute was going on, as Joerg could see. Always sensible of the plight of peasants in those warring times, Joerg and Bjoern decided to investigate. After all, the town of Casale and the vicinity were Joerg's. ” “I would, but we’re throwing Shayna a little party tomorrow, and I kinda have to be there.” He looked kind of sad when I told him this, liked he was really hoping I would come. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be right if you didn’t go to her party, huh?” He seemed to think for a minute then he asked, “Hey, what are you doing tonight?” “Nothing, really.” “Want to meet me in about an hour? Maybe we could hang out for a while.” “Sure. Why not?” What was going on? Rusty and I had never even.