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Century spoke of another "era"! My legs crisscrossed up to my hips by the
leather straps of my "strap-boots", my mini-length short soft black leather
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skirt slit on both sides to better display my exotically attired legs. My
midriff baring blouse was cut low in a "V" neck to better display a teasing
glimpse of my firm breasts beneath the black silk. A
broad brimmed fashionable hat and black net veil completed my at- tire. Attire
that made me instantly recognizable anywhere now!
"It's hard to believe that only a month ago I was a slave girl praying to be
sold," Gayle said as she looked around while I assisted Mara down from the
carriage. A crowd gathering as was usual now when word spread that "Lady
Lorraine" was in town! The sun hot on my body beneath the black silk of my
half-blouse, my face shiny beneath my veil, my heavy hair now wet beneath my
broad brimmed hat. It was, I thought to myself, at least ninety if not more
without even the hint of a breeze. There was even a wet strip around my waist
where my wide black leather harness pressed against my body. My three men at
arms that had escorted us quickly heading for the welcome coolness of the
nearest tavern and the cool beer on tap. I suppose they might even enjoy the
pleasures of a sexy prostitute while waiting for their mistress, such women
being quite numerous in towns like this where they may be found hanging around
in taverns waiting to be "picked up". Open "street-walking" is generally
frowned upon as a rule, and although the Prostitute Guild is powerful, the
status of prosti- tutes as such is little higher than it was back in my own
era.
"It's hot enough!" I said, a dampness in the air that added to the oppressive
unseasonable heat. It had rained a few days ago. Enough to help the peasants
save their crops. It would be a good year after-all assuming that a revolution
didn't start. I feared that, knowing what Darlanis' reaction would be. I had
no wish to see again what I had once seen in another country long ago. I
dreaded what the "Free Trelandar"
movement seemed to be leading up to. They did not understand that Darlanis
would not just sit back and let it "happen". That Darlanis would not let her
"dream" die without fighting for it. Perhaps dying for it!
"Lady Lorraine, may I help carry your things?" Stan Holt asked, tying the team
to the hitching rail.
Thistle, like most all the towns I have been in, reminding me something of a
western movie set of the
20th Century. Most men bear arms, and daggers are common at women's hips. This
is a barbaric and colorful era!
"If you wish to," I answered, smiling beneath my veil. Stan obviously being
smart enough to "woo the Lady" for the "maiden". He had been coming around
every night, all "fixed up", and show- ing
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surprising interest in my affairs, the boy obviously feeling that "wooing" me
was the best way to get to
Gayle. That was what I thought then anyway. I would shortly learn quite
differently!
"Yes, I think this will look quite lovely on you," I said as I held the long
silk gown up to Gayle, young Mr. Holt perhaps re- gretting his offer as he
stood there watching us pick out things.
"I'd like to try it on," she suggested, smiling, the silk of her dress beneath
the armpits now dark and wet from her sweat.
"Dry yourself off first," I suggested, picking up my hat and veil, fanning
myself as Stan regarded me from his dark eyes. He was dark haired, rather on
the handsome side, well built if a bit "boyish". The woman storekeeper picking
at her things, mopping her brow, her dress plastered to her body by the
oppressive heat. I could see the outlines of her nipple clips and the curves
of her belly and thighs beneath the material. She wore a dagger like most
women of the 26th Century do. She was blonde, a bit on the heavy side. A gold
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neck-chain was snug around her throat.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I snapped at Stan, seeing his eyes on
me. He seemed to do nothing but stare at me. The oppressive heat was making me
bad tempered and ornery. Mara on a chair squirmed restlessly with boredom.
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