And it’ll be based on what Irene told about it. So it’s second hand news. But I’ll try to make it as true as possible on the one hand, but also ...interesting for you my dear reader. Irene herself doesn't often talk about that time from herself, but if asked about it, she tells without hesitation and to the best in details as she remembers. (It does help a bit, to make her a bit lightheaded with a glass of wine or two or three). In her looks back, it was a nice time and she had a lot of great. Our chain mail did the rest as far as keeping us free of broken bones was concerned.The initial attack was by four men wielding sections of pipe. Amazingly, they tried to swing the pipe like bludgeons instead of poking them at us like short pikes. Not only that, most of the swings were overhand, and that left their bodies exposed to our countermeasures. We generally were able to block or, at least, soften a blow by using a raised arm as a shield. The heavy sleeve of the coat and the brass. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a. She was wearing a bikini and carrying a towel and a drink. She sat down on one of the chaise lounges and asked "Wear did the girl go?" I was sort of stunned, she was simply beautiful. I sort of stammered out, "She went home" and thought to myself, "God, what an idiot you are!" She giggled and said "She doesn't like a load in her mouth?" Again I was stunned, but I regained some of my composure and just laughed and said no. I sort of stood there looking at her and right as I was about to ask who.