“Paul,” she answered, “HE will be looking for me. I don’t want HIM to find me today.”“Does he know where you live?”“Yes.”“But if y...ou have crashed his car, surely he is stuck – wherever he is?”“No. He still has his four-wheel drive. I took his Porsche – and wrecked it.”Julia started crying. I pulled her to my shoulder. She rested against it, burying her face and sobbing convulsively. I let her cry, stroking her damp blonde hair.I was thinking furiously. An imaginary plot about a naked woman was. These doors were guarded by six men in chainmail armed with spears and swords. They were shocked when I popped out of the wall with my longbow in my hand.Richard had taken us through the walls of the palace to a hidden exit that came out into the corridor about midway down its length. Once there I picked my strike team and then led the way. Once the panel covering the exit had slid away, I stepped out and brought up my bow. I already had an arrow nocked and the moment I stepped out and had. "Um, you really didn't have to do that," I said, a bit nervously. He just smiled at me."I'm not done yet.He disappeared again, leaving me there with my feet soaking comfortably. He came back with a small bottle and a towel.He removed my feet from the water and dried them off, sliding the basin to the side. I felt wonderful, almost as if I had just taken a nice hot bath. Then he sat, cross-legged, right in front of me, with my feet literally in his lap. The towel was on his lap, and this was. It was just get undressed and get down to business. She had a nice figure with, I guess, B-cup breasts, strawberry blond hair top and bottom, with not too much below. I sat on the bed and she came over to gently push me onto my back, where she took my engorged dick in her hand and with a firm grasp began to stroke it. There was some small talk, not much of which I recall. I do remember her saying that she was native Dutch, and she also mentioned a husband. I think she said she was working to.