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- "Damnit, if you're even going to be giving us your clothes, we
- should at least know your names." The little Chinese woman held out her
- hand, "My name is Deni Masterson, my handle's Nightsky, yeah," her looks is
- wry, "same as that stupid car, it came out after I'd already picked my name."
-
- Morgan took her hand gently, "My name's Morgan Rothman, and this
- is my Horse, also known as Morgan's Horse or Quarterhorse on the street."
-
- She laughed at the reference and took my hand as well. Her hands
- were thin and strong, all bone and muscle. "Delighted to meet you." she
- said with a smile.
-
- The man that she supported was somewhat subdued but he said, "I'm
- David Langston. I play with Deni on the Crossian Razor." He looked at us
- and then grinned ruefully, "We just started this last year. Maybe you
- could come and hear us sometime."
-
- I laughed softly. "Yeah, maybe we could."
-
- It turned out that he was a little too tall for most of my clothes,
- but the width was about right. Morgan's clothes were too thin for him.
- So we gave David my sweatpants and my jacket, as we'd come in Morgan's
- car, and David would have to ride home with Deni on her Yamaha bike.
-
- We saw them to the front door. They left together, David leaning
- on her. Morgan took a few bows for the wolf whistles from the dance floor
- that were thrown in my direction. There were a number of folks at
- Sauron's that seemed to like their men in nothing but a black open mesh
- top, wrist cuffs, black silk g-string, collar and leash. My blush was all
- that warmed me, but that was more than enough.
-
- - end of part 1 of 2 -
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