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understand, but in this particular circumstance, it wasn't as if the deceased
had any use for his possessions anymore. I figured I was as entitled to what he
was carrying upon him as anyone else. "Spread out. Find him," Walker continued.
Moving in smooth coordination, they headed out in all directions. I didn't
breathe. One of the dwarfs came within two feet of me but passed me by without
noticing me hunkered down in the brush.
I waited what seemed an interminable time there, my legs getting numb, my arms
feeling like lead weights. Night had almost fallen when I finally chanced to
rise, my sharp hearing convincing me that I was alone.
Except . . .
In a sense, I wasn't.
I felt an extremely odd tingling in my loins. My little soldier was standing at
attention, and he wasn't little. Furthermore, I felt some sort of foreign object
down there. Even though I knew I was alone, I still glanced right and left to
ensure privacy, then reached down into my breeches to see what was up. Well . .
. what else was up, beside the obvious.
To my utter astonishment, I discovered the ring, nestled securely at the base of
my member. Apparently I'd had a hole in my pocket, and as if it had a life of
its own, the ring had worked its way through and nestled into my loins, wrapping
itself around my privates as if it were destined to be there. I pulled on the
ring in an endeavor to remove it. It wouldn't come off. I tried again and again,
as forceful as I could be while still retaining some delicacy, as I'm sure you
can well imagine.
It didn't budge. Here I had been wondering how one could possibly sport such a
sizable ring, and now I had inadvertently discovered the answer. Furthermore I
was so swollen that it didn't appear capable of being removed until the
tumescence went away. Which it did not seem inclined to do. And out there,
exposed in the woods, I felt rather too self-conscious to "relieve myself" of
the pressure.
I was utterly mortified, but I had nowhere else to go as I headed back to the
cave. Fortunately I had my great cape with me, so I would be able to draw it
around myself and hide the noticeable bulge, for I certainly did not need Sharee
laughing at my predicament. My hope was that if I simply ignored the thing, it
would go away. And certainly spending time with Sharee would increase that
likelihood, for if I'd had any remaining interest in the opposite sex after my
rather disastrous history of liaisons, the weaver was more than capable of
putting it to rest.
I hoped that she might not be in the cave when I arrived, just so I had a few
minutes to get myself settled with the cape still around me. Such was not to be,
however, for there she was, tending a small fire and looking up at me
expectantly. "Did you bring food?" she inquired.
"Bad luck trapping," I said, which was true enough. Hungry we might have been,
but I didn't think we were hungry enough to eat a dwarf. I settled down some
feet away from her, adjusting the cape. My loins did not seem to be calming.
Instead, in Sharee's presence, there appeared to be even more excitement than
before. And I thought, Oh, my friend, are you barking up the wrong tree. If
there is anyone who is not at all interested, it isЧ
She was upon me in a flash.
I could not believe it. One minute she was sitting there, looking at me oddly,
and the next she was on top of me with such force that I slammed my head against