He lay on his back, savoring the feel of his fingers caressing the soft skin as his mind supplied him with a picture of the woman with her bodice unbu...ttoned. His cock jumped at the image of firm naked breasts. He licked his lips and his fist starting moving. Slowly up to the tip of his shaft and then down again, taking the foreskin along. Rory woke up from the sound of his own voice. He was holding a throbbing erection in his fist and his own groaning was giving him goose bumps. As if his cock. Everyone except Concertina. Concertina was perfect. ‘What do you want from me?’ shrugged Val. She watched the busboys as they circled the crowd. They balanced full trays on their palms with relative ease. Valerie felt her sobriety slipping away and she felt a clamminess in her palms. She was one of those recovering addicts that couldn’t be in the same room with an alcohol related substance. ‘You wanna a drink?’ laughed Michele. She wasn’t appalled by her lack of taste. She owed Valerie that. Not that they did it openly, and certainly not with the Beoghra, but they were supreme at getting their own way as individuals, if they wanted to.Anyhow, they were now the handmaids of the goddess Athena and no doubt part of her plan to make herself the supreme Power of the Orc society in place of Beog, whom we now knew was the current god/Power and cause of their barbaric expansion.Athena herself was now being a bit more open, particularly with Roxanne, whom she’d royally pissed off when. Equipped with rakes for gathering mussels and the numerous cockles and the strong yew bows, Faermon expected some of the conquered clan to come through the bleak winter, drained but alive. He had nary figured on the hardness of the lad named Christian and his young army. Under the tutelage of the young Christian the lads became warriors ready to challenge any force the Danes could muster for battle against them. Faermon, now ascended as the Dane king, resisted striking out onto the forays.