How did you get in this position?”“We were the royal guard for the king of Judea. When the king made a bad judgment call his troops were killed an...d we were outnumbered. As part of the surrender, his troops and people would be spared but the king had to give up his life and his guard would be sold into slavery. There are twenty of us here. I think we will be sold tomorrow but we don’t speak the language except one of us.”“Why did the king have to die?”“My men had killed many that tried to get to. I noted the part for guitar he gave me was substantially different from the harp part it was replacing. Arranged by Leonard LeBlanc. He launched us straight into the Concerto and we played twenty measures before he cut us off, lectured again, and started over. Thankfully, I wasn’t the brunt of that lecture having had only two chords to play at the beginning. I was sure I would come under fire again later. Playing the transcribed harp music was painful. I was glad when the break came and I could. Just write down your sizes," he answered.Megan slid off his lap while Terry made a beeline for his room to dress. When he returned she handed him a piece of paper with her sizes written on them, Terry grabbed it as he and headed out the door. A few seconds later she heard the whine of his electric starter and then his Harley roared to life and he headed up the street.Megan went to her room and placed a set of satin sheets on the bed and lit some scented candles before she dug out her miniskirt,. She cupped my face with both hands and rubbed her thumbs lightly across my lips while she scrubbed my cheeks. Her hands went down to my neck and carefully wrapped around and then moved to my shoulders. She caressed them and then soaped me up real good from my chest down to my hips. She put the soap in the tray and reached around to grab my butt. She then molded her body to mine, undulating, squirming, and sliding herself up and down, washing my body with hers. She turned around, sliding her.