After a moment, the man spoke."Your Grace ... may I ask you something?" Yes. I may not answer, but you may ask."Another pause. James was starting to f...eel like it was time to leave. Not out of a sense of danger, but just so he could be among those who knew him. Could talk to him. He felt comfortable with his Hussar escorts. His guards. Ewa. Was that why kings, at times, seemed isolated from their people? It was just a way to keep sane?"Your Grace, there is a rumor that..."The archer cut himself. I remember one incident on coming home late from a party I rounded onto my street, just off Leith Walk, a darkened tenement with a rounded stairwell going up and as I got to the second landing, a man was standing with his pants down masturbating himself. I don't know if he saw my approach from the street, but either way, by the time I got to where he was standing, I stopped and faced him.I could have run or screamed, but did neither, in an instant I was liking what confronted me, but acutely. The camera panned down to show her flat stomach. She obviously spent timeworking out. Not a speck of fat there, and well sculpted. Her pantieswere plain white cotton. I could see the outline of her pubic mound, andno hair peeking out. Could she be clean shaven down there? I sincerelyhoped so!Her hands appeared over her panties, blocking the view after only asecond or two. I was a bit disappointed.The camera panned back up and zoomed back to show her from the waist up. She seemed a little cross. Brandi and Ammon put their drinks down real fast and Ammon ordered another round.I turned down his offer and said, “Folks, I am real tired and need to get a little sleep, you two go ahead and continue your conversation.” I pulled my sun glasses out of my traveling bag, so my eyes could not be seen. I wanted to see what Ammon had on his mind. Ammon had his back to me and was facing Brandi. Brandi looked over at me and said, “He is out of it, he will probably be a sleep for three or four.