We met for a late-night drink. Just one. A martini, cold and harsh in an empty bar. We made small talk and allowed our legs to touch beneath the tabl...e. Her bare legs rubbed against the fabric of my pants and I saw spots of colour that had nothing to do with alcohol appear on her cheeks…a tinge of rouge colour on the pale, oval face framed by jet-black hair. She put her fingers on my forearm while we talked, then traced her lips slowly with a fingertip. We finished our drinks and I eyed her. The trade dialect worked well in Blue Harbour, Oak Hall, and Izmir, but it didn't work well when we captured the French crusaders and it certainly didn't work well on Minos. None of the French men and women that Elsa had kept to work on the new settlement as indentured workers spoke anything besides French and a little Latin and very few of the slaves that we'd liberated from Minos spoke anything other than their own language which was usually something other than English and Minoan. The. "We can smoke one, once we get out of town."So we headed out of town. Down a two lane highway. After we got out in the country, Dave fired up a joint and passed it over to me. I took a toke or two, and handed it back. I was stoned by the time we got to the next little town.Dave pulled in the town's grocery store. It about 20 minutes to deliver pop there, and he climbed back into the truck. He reached over and rubbed my leg. That's all it took, and my cock began to grow!He rubbed my bare. I picked up the jacket and held it close. I could smell thefaint perfume, the kind Kaye always wore. But I had to be strong. Ipromised.I squared my shoulders and dropped the towel. I heard Cassie gasp but Iwas concentrating hard on putting the clothes on. I picked up the sheerpair of dark-colored satin panties and put them on. As they slid up mylegs, I couldn't help but shiver a little at their satiny smoothnessand softness. As I snugged them around my waist, I felt them gently cupmy sex. I.