- "Look." I said. "It's not that complicated. I make you my partner. Managing partner, since it sounds like you do all of the work, anyway. Let's say you have ... 51% of the Narimac. Wouldn't that mean that you owned it?"
It took a little longer to persuade her.- "This is truly your wish, Ken?"- "This is what I want. If you want it, too, then we should put this on paper, or something."- "I have one request, then. You should not make such a weighty decision in haste. You must 'sleep on this', as humans say. Perhaps by tomorrow, you will have changed your mind."- "I don't think I will."- "Such a decision would be irrevocable, Ken. Once done, it could not be easily undone."- "I know. But it's quite simple: I don't want to be your owner. Partner sounds much better." Oh, yes ... I was thinking of other possible meanings for 'partner' - couldn't help it.- "I insist that you wait one day.My body sagged onto hers. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "I meant to -" - "Shh." she said. "You needed that. I did, too. We have so much more time ..."I awoke in heaven. I was lying flat on my back, on colourful silk cushions, with a naked Jasmi lying beside me. Sylvia was propped up on one elbow, watching me sleep. - "Good morning." she said. - "Mmm." She leaned over to kiss me, one of her pendulous breasts coming to rest on my chest. I turned my head away, by reflex - my morning breath was certain to be pretty bad. I was probably quite sticky down below, too. But I wasn't. Somehow, I was perfectly clean. - "I washed us both." she said. Amazing. "Magic?" I asked. - "A little. Mostly mundane methods, though. Will you not kiss me?" Damn right I would. Her lips were soft and lush, like ripe fruit. My fingers, and eventually my tongue
A scrawny child in rags was much too noticeable, especially in the Upper Market, where people had real money. A scruffy urchin, loitering with intent, is too obvious. Alone among the street kids, I spent my gains on better clothing. I skipped a meal here and there, to buy a waistcoat, a clean shirt, trousers and shoes. I didn't go to the same market every day. Yes, you could learn the best escape routes, and get to know the patterns, if you went to the same place repeatedly. But after a while, people started to recognize you, and eventually they would realize that you never bought anything. Oh, yes - they hang children. A thief is a thief, regardless of age. The youngest I ever saw on the scaffold was a five year-old girl. - "It sounds so cruel." said Sylvia. - "It is." I agreed. "I saw something else, early on. There were no old pickpockets. SwiftFinger was one, but he had three apprentices working with him, and he passed the loot to
That would have been an incredible sensation, but I wouldn't have paid much attention to her massage after that - if indeed she'd been able to continue. It took all the self-control I had, but I waited. I wanted to see what she would do. She dribbled oil on my legs, and massaged them. She rolled my balls between her fingers, and palmed them gently, covering them in oil. Then she stroked my penis a few times, before moving on to my stomach. Now she sat astride, just below my groin, as she rubbed my chest and stomach. Shameless, now, she also rubbed her lower lips against the base of my shaft. - "This is torture." I said. - "Hardly." She smiled. Then she lay down atop me, and dragged herself the length of my body. When she reversed direction, and slid down, my cock slid right between her breasts. "Ooh - you like that?" she asked. Sylvia was now covered in oil, just as I was. My shaft slid into her cleavage smoothl
- "Is it like this all the time?" - "Thankfully, no. Once they realize that you are not going to give them a loan, or an outright gift, the traffic will slow down. That is when you will have to start being extra careful. The real gold diggers and bloodsuckers are much more patient." - "Wonderful." She laughed. "If you run into any trouble, just refer them to me." - "Thanks, partner." That earned me a kiss that melted part of my brain. - "You beautiful man." she whispered. Apparently, the word 'partner' triggered several excellent responses in my Jasmi friend. She looked absolutely magnificent, eminently desirable, as she circulated through the room, checking the action at the tables, fending off subtle and not-so-subtle advances, and keeping a vigilant eye on our staff. What a partnership. She did everything, while I stood around like an idiot. Probably an accurate reflection of our respecti
Pamna came to the Gale that very night. When I explained the situation, she was more than willing to help. - "I can't speak for the others, though." she said. "But I'll try." By then, I had sent a message to the Narimac, to let Sylvia know that I was fine. She didn't need me to run the place; I wasn't much more than an ornament. Several of my informants had come in, with information that might be useful. Molun had a house. He was not popular with his neighbours, it seemed. He'd been stinking rich, and hadn't bothered to cover his tracks. It's hard to go unnoticed, when you're nearly seven feet tall and look like a snake. Pamna delivered. We met two nights later, at the Gale. Aressine, the big blonde fighter, had come. Kima, the leader, was there, with Taliesine, the raven-haired wizard. Fhaernala had also come. - "Syrava's not coming." she said. "I don't believe she likes you much." - "We won't need her."
I reported what I'd seen to the women. - "The guard on the roof has to go." said Kima. - "Mine." said Fhaernala. "Just before we go in." - "I can deal with the door." said the raven-haired wizard. Pamna cast a spell over all of us. "Just a little added protection." she said. A hundred yards from the target, everyone halted while the elf and I went forward a little further. - "The building across from the bakery?" she said. - "Yes. He's on the far corner." - "I see him." Fhaernala produced her bow, and nocked an arrow. Then she spoke to it - I wasn't sure if she was addressing the bow, or the arrow. The words were elvish, but I didn't recognize them. And damned if she didn't let fly, from a little under 100 yards away. It was an impossible shot, a ridiculous shot ... and I had no doubt that she'd made it. Fhaernala was already moving forward while I stood and gawked.
Sinker was my protege, a lad I was grooming to be my successor, if that was what he wanted. Would he have been safe if I hadn't given him my room? It was ironic. I had always taken steps to protect myself, and those I worked with. Keeping their names and true identities a secret, or pretending that the relationship between us was merely casual, or superficial ... yet their connection to me had cost them their lives. - "It was Molun who did this." said Pamna. "Not you. It wasn't your fault." Very perceptive, that one. She knew that I was punishing myself. - "I could have prevented it." - "Are you prescient? And should you go through life without friends? Molun had no friends. If you were like him, he would have gone after your associates. Or innocent people." Good points, all of them. I appreciated what she was doing. Someday, I might even come to agree with her. I took Lena's body to her uncle, and left
- "It blew up." - "You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Ken?" he asked. Then he answered himself: "No, I don't think you would." I resumed my tale (leaving out Sylvia's massage - though I would have liked to tell him that part, just to see his reaction). I didn't fabricate, or obfuscate. Just the facts. - "How did you find Molun so quickly?" he asked. - "I have ... contacts." - "Is that so?" - "Are we in trouble because ... because we took justice into our own hands?" I asked. Ledomir frowned. "That's not ... an issue." - "Is it about the tax on the loot we took?" Ledomir took a deep swig of his ale. Rundown though it may be, there was nothing wrong with Anson's ale, which was why sailors and pirates kept coming back, night after night. - "No, Ken. The late, unlamented Molun had money stashed in several places. He'd also invested in property across the city. Since he