Now what’re ya talking about? Who are ‘they’, and why is anyone lookin’ for me?’ ‘My, my… aren’t you the inquisitive one…’ he said... as he beckoned to a barmaid. ‘No details yet, my sweet, first we drink. This place isn’t safe for such talk, most of these people would sell their souls at the drop of a few crescents.’ The barmaid was young, about fourteen summers, and rather unkempt. Callous recognized her accent, as it was a harsher slang than that of Corici. The lass hailed from Balifor, same as. The man was seated on the bed. He asked me if I minded if he played with himself. I just looked at him and made a joke about playing with me. He then got up, moved to me and stuck his hand up my dress. Wow, I was so turned on. Eventhough he was overweight, he was my Prince Charming for the evening. I allowed him to feel me up. He kissed me, pulled open my blouse and sucked my tits. He worked my panties off and began fingering me. He picked me up and laid me on the bed. I then heard. Andrews. "I wouldn't have included Lauren, but Brandon ins!sted and I guess you should probably hear this from us rather than second handed from your br0ther or your friend."We all look at each other. This seems more ominous than a cautionary concern about a difference in ages. I immediately wonder if they are sending Kristina away to school or something to split us up."We tried to avoid this conversation by asking you two to stop seeing each other but..." Mrs. Andrews interjects, shrugging her. .. Hal Burns." Laverne looked at her with mouth agape for a moment, then a wicked smile covered her face as she stood and made for the bar and Carmen. Ty watched as she had a few words with the severe dominatrix, then returned to the table and fumbled with her purse before entering the telephone booth at the back of the bar. She slipped in the coins and wound the dial, smiling at the plethora of cards nailed to the wall, women with whips and canes, 'Phone me and be shown your place at my feet.'.