Edith took my hand and look at me with a very diabolic smile. I had seen that one before.The couple stepped out first and again said good night to us..., we walked away from the elevator and greeted the doorman which I could bet he had seen more things that he could remember and did not even stair. The click clack sound from our high heel boots were as they should making an statement, what was it? I have no idea, but it was great.We took a taxi the the 87.As usual on a Saturday night, the place. "Is it too early to start drinking" I thought. "Probably not". She filled the flutes with wine. We sipped whilst looking inside the wardrobe. There was an array of clothes on hangers. Lots of colours and textures. I had my bag with me. It contained my favourite piece. I pulled black stockings out the bag. I took my boxers off so I had nothing on. I then sat down and rolled up each stocking. They rolled up easy on my hairless legs. They came a few inches short of my bum cheeks. She pulled out. It was still all clearly too big for him but there was nothing else hecould do. Then he opened his door and walked out, face flushed and eyeson the floor. Again, he failed to notice the hot ring around his wristgradually fading back to warm.John couldn't believe his eyes. For a while he thought Craig must havebrought a girl home after all. She had a slightly masculine look butCraig had happily screwed a lot worse. She had a bit of charm with thatcropped blonde hair and small tits, their. "The bugbear quickly lunged at Keal swinging his club downward to strike Keal in the head. Keal just side stepped the swing drawing his sword from over his shoulder slashing across the bugbear's right forearm in the process. The wound was so bad the bugbear's hand was barely attached and totally useless. He had to grip his club with his left hand only.Screaming a war cry the bugbear stepped in again to attack swinging parallel to the ground at Keal's midsection. Keal turned with the swing.