I know of two shards indirectly and hold a third as guardian.”Brena felt the eyes on her, almost like they were boring into her very soul. “One wa...s held by the descendents of an old family of the original party. They are lost now but another of that faint tribe has taken the duty.” A face seemed to rise up from the water. It was of a boy, but it was not clear enough to make out his features.“Another is in a ring, kept in the Planes Guard Treasury vault. The power it contains has helped guard. These old men carried some authority in this part of the city, they were part of the underworld, and everyone took then seriously, so to be signaled to come across, was not to be ignored, but hastily and politely acknowledged.Kiri was an interpreter, and we had met up for a night out here in Ginza, a district of Chuo, Tokyo, located south of Yaesu and Kyobashi, the seedy part, where Japanese men come to play, and lonely women give them something to play with.Kiri looked at me excitedly, 'He. She gave me a sheepish grin and said “hi Jeremy, I guess you know my secret.” I was so shocked that I completely forgot about my plans to finish the evening, but Ms. K reminded me by grabbing my cock and putting it into her velvety mouth. “Ms K, I dreamed about this ever since the first day of your class,” I revealed. “I hoped so. I always dress slutty to tease my students. A couple of years ago one student told me I was really hot and that all the guys fantasized about me. I’ve wanted to fuck. While there were a few cars and trucks of English friends parked toward one side of the gathering, right in the middle of all the activity was an incongruous sight that was about all that kept the scene from being one from a century before: a tan and white 30-foot 1996 Itasca motor home that had come the farthest of anyone to be present at this day of days. The generator behind one of the rear wheels was roaring to keep up with the demand for power that Roger and Catalina were putting on it.