The barman's daughter was a young lass of about 20 with the reddest hair he had ever seen.She told him her name was Moira and that she wouldn't put up... with any sneaky feels when no one was looking and didn't tolerate any ungentlemanly words being tossed in her direction.He looked at her plump rounded buttocks with deep-seated regret, but obeyed her bidding without question.One night, when it was really crowded with a rowdy, boisterous bunch of partygoers, he helped her clear some of the tables. She only partially succeeded.After a couple of hops, Thakkor managed gain the steps leading up to the buckboard and a grip on the wagon."I don't know how to thank you for all you've done, Thakkor." Couldn't hardly leave you out there alone, though you were doing pretty darn good for yourself. Besides, it looks like I'm set for work, now."Fantil laughed. "Indeed. I would be a very great fool not to retain your sword before a competitor steals you away from under my nose."His eyes never leaving. Unfortunately, none of them could see anything except trouble on the horizon. Even if the government didn’t make demands for the shield technology, they were sure to be involved deeply in the investigation to the point where no work could be accomplished. They also would have news media representatives sticking their noses into every nook and cranny. They had the choice of keeping the shield up for the protection and privacy it would afford or leaving it down and take a chance on unwanted. He agreed and both girls patted his arm and took himto one side. The next few minutes were embarrassing as they quizzed him abouthis very limited sexual experiences. He wondered about lying but told thetruth. They smiled and pinched his bottom and then both rubbed his groin untilhe got excited. Then with a final quick kiss on the cheek they left and toldhim to come to the sorority house washed and ready at ten the next morning. Bobwent home amazed hoping it was not an elaborate joke but knowing.