He had a couple of intriguing scars on his left knee, probably, assumed Susan, from battles lost to the sea while surfing. She romanticized that the y...oung man was probably one of the best surfers on the beach. "You know," she said, "I like a young man who is just a little forward with his feelings." Wow,"said the young man. "I wish we'd met a while ago, in that case." Well, we've met now: my name's Susan Bender." Nick." He extended his hand and Susan met it with her own. They shook warmly and. Nothing written on it. You look quizzically at it, then scan the rest of your mail. Nothing else from me. Your disappointment is palpable, and you begin to write me a note, asking what’s up with the letter. That’s when you feel a ghost-light touch on your neck, brushing your hair to the side, and then my lips as I kiss your neck. You grip the arm of your chair harder, closing your eyes, as I kiss my way down your neck, and across your shoulder, pushing down the loose shirt you’re wearing. Then. I would guess you make no more than a few silver squares a night, if that.”He nodded at the pouch on his desk. “You’ll find 50 Gilden in the pouch. They’re yours if you can convince this other entertainer to join you as far as Cava.”“And after Cava?” Fenta asked, looking greedily at the bulging pouch.Renud shrugged. “Our agreement ends, and you’re welcome to do as you wish.”Fenta’s eyes were locked on the pouch. “And this entertainer’s name?”“Chugad,” Renud said with a smile. “Chugad. She pushes her chest out almost offering them to me, but I am still too coy. I feel I must be honest with her, "They're beautiful." I whisper.Her big beautiful eyes almost rival those now bare and naked breasts for attention. She's not just offering them, but by extension herself with them. Luscious lips curled in a small and pouty smile at your answers. Her face lights up, almost like a small flush of excitement under her skin. Perhaps she's fantasized all about this too in her own way..