The bar was smoky, and apparently the anti-smoking laws hadn't taken hold here yet. Still, as much as I hated the idea of smelling like smoke when we ...were done, I considered it a part of the atmosphere: a dark and smoky blues club attracting trouble in an exotic locale. It was everything I'd always imagined a bar should be—and it was certainly better than the crummy joints the kids at school hung out at.Just before the show started Henry came out to check on us. He told us that 'Patty' was. That was when Rory cornered me about the woman."We're not a travelling tour," I said scornfully, still miffed that I couldn't back out on my promise to Nimue."I know that," Rory snapped back, obviously feeling a little defensive."Then tell me why I should let her come with us," I sighed with frustration, "knowing full well that her life would be in danger the whole time that she'd be with us?" She can fight," Rory told me point blank. "Zahra told me that she used to be a soldier." A soldier," I. The young woman rose and pressed a bell push beside the desk three short rings. Immediately the outer door opened and two women entered. One was an older woman, of about forty he guessed, with no trace of shyness; the other was much younger, appearing only sixteen or so, and was obviously very nervous. They both lowered themselves into the French version of an obeisance, with the legs nearly straight and the forehead on the floor. He inspected them also from behind, and slid his forefinger into. He clumped down the stairs and moved quickly toward the kitchen. He wasn’t prepared for the picture that greeted him as he charged into the room. His mother stood facing him in the middle of the room. She had pulled her top up to her neck and her perfect 36c tits were thrust nakedly in his direction. “Would you like a lick before you go?” Jill asked.“Mom, oh God, mom, would I.” Tim moved quickly to stand in front of her and as he bent his head to suck her rigid nipple into his mouth she cupped.