I'll setup another meeting," she says while gathering all her things. As she leaves my office, I tell her it was nice meeting her. She retorts by sayi...ng "It was really nice meeting you."After she leaves, I sit back down on my chair and asked myself "What the fuck just happened here?" I recount what had just transpired. Did she intentionally spread her legs for me?For the rest of the afternoon, very naughty thoughts are running through my mind. Me, under the table, my head between Kate's lovely. Not even a human adept would recognise it for what it was. It was crudely illuminated in dull ochre and rusty hues. The contents in that book were written in faded hieroglyphs, utterly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't literate in First Speak. Naturally, the bookseller couldn't make head or tail of it. First Speak has seventy-two alphabets. There are eight different ways of pronouncing the vowels alone but thankfully the consonants remained constant. It's millenniums older than Sanskrit. In. She told me she thought it was too short because of her weight but I told her that it was just right. When she sat down, I would be able to see most of her white thighs. She laughed and called me a dirty old man.I opened the car door for her and when she slid in her skirt rode up her thighs and I almost saw her panties. I closed her door and rushed around to get in. After getting in I told her I had to know what color panties she had on. She told me just plain white, nothing special, just big. In that time he had honed his unorthodox style, practiced fighting on horseback with bow, lance, crossbow, and sword, found an ex military guy to practice knife fighting, taken some martial arts lessons with the bo staff, and even found a guy in St. Louis who fought with medieval swords. The only problem was the distance. He was an hour or three away from those people. He had always excelled at knife fighting so the practice got him back to top form, and facing people skilled with staff and.