He didn’t talk a lot, and she was rather grateful as she was so nervous she wasn’t sure she could have replied. He leaned over and talked with Jo...hn. John laughed but in a friendly way, and nodded to the guy. Jen couldn’t make out what they discussed but the next thing she knew, John was untying her robe, and the stranger had guided her down to the ottoman. John drew her arms up around her head and tied her hands together with a silk tie. He whispered in her ear that she was about to enjoy. .. I don't know." You don't know? What do you mean? You weren't born in this little one-roomhouse in the middle of a tropical island, were you? What happened to youbefore you came here?" Before?" He looked at me as if I was speaking in hieroglyphs. He squintedone eye shut and cocked his head at me. Obviously the effort was making hisbrain hurt. Eventually he changed the subject to more familiar territory."Do you wanna watch some tv? I'm gonna watch some tv."He sat and patted the couch next to. Tears of happiness flowed from her hazel eyes.Somewhere finding the strength to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms, he started his tale. Beginning with the Werewolf and ending it with the battle for her freedom and a peace treaty between the two cities, he told her everything. Everything! He left no detail of his Kellerian adventures unmentioned."Then that means we're safe and in the hands of friends," Elf finally commented, almost irritating him with her easy acceptance of his. “She probably saw more than I did.”“How is that ... never mind,” I sighed, looking over at Bud. He was sitting stock still, a massive erection tentpoling his khakis. And yes, I meant, massive.“Shit!” I said. “Did I miss the memo about being hung like a Zulu warrior tonight?”Chuck and Joanie laughed. Bud grinned moronically.“Sorry. A little joke on my part,” Chuck said. “I told Bud over the phone that the computer had a Master PC program. He told me...”“I told him he was full of shit,” Bud said..