The girl’s sleeveless shirt was quite scanty and so short on her torso that it barely fell below her spherical breasts. She regretted it had become soft and small and she was about to ask Kivan to make it big again the way she liked it and put it back in and do it some more. It had felt nice but he had been too embarrassed to fully enjoy her touch. She had needed the tom for her lesson this morning with an incompetent Paladin and had been obliged to go back to Willow Wood just for the cat. She bent down to pull them up. Amber recalled Diamander had been talking to that nosy little jerk Shockley at one point in the evening. It slid into the heat of her snatch so naturally. “I shall trouble you no more.”
Kivan was puzzled by her abrupt end to their conversation. “We can’t teach you much in three hours but we can certainly teach you enough to fool your Lord into thinking you know something about armouring.” She laughed a lovely laugh at her own joke then said more seriously “…And you will know enough to know when you can repair your Lord’s armour by yourself and when you should bring it in to us.” She held her hand out in greeting.
