Jackal 6 Two Is Better!

A fat woman who could be the owner of an inn whose specialty would be beans cooked in pork fat violently opens the thick ochre door of the house after Rhea has knocked.

"Yes, what do you people want."

The G.o.ds have their reasons that the common man can't possibly guess, however, when discovering the woman with the enormous nose, whose square chin and prominent forehead add to the ugliness of her pudgy body in that tight maid's outfit, Dimitry, completely shocked, can't help but let slip an unflattering, not-so-discreet comment.

"Our beautiful planet given birth to such horrors and I was not aware of it? I see and understand. So this is what the superior monk, peace be upon him, called a vision from the h.e.l.l."

The matron, joined by two very thin little men, ceases her lecture to those who are probably, her domestic a.s.sistants.

Rageously, she turns her angry ox eyes at this young fool in a monk's robe.

"What did you say, boy?"

Halfway between the fat woman and her crazy puppy as thoughtful as a trout whose eyes full of disbelief detail the mastodon in short black skirt, Rhea decides to play the role of the peacemaker.

"Calm down Ma'am. Before me, this young man had never been in contact with the opposite s.e.x. So it's normal that he is upset when he finds out that a woman like you exists."

Considering the full common-sense words of this little b.i.t.c.h who's everything she hates, the matron whose intelligence is not her main quality, continues where she left off.

She's not too worried about the who and the why of these murders.

Of her index finger whose circ.u.mference is twice the size of an ordinary man's big toe, simply pointing to the three decapitated corpses lying on the ground, the fat woman visibly annoyed by the slowness shown by the two undernourished little men, she catches the first one who comes in front of her and gives him a resounding slap.

"Throw this in the ditch where that c.r.a.p will attract the vermin."

The two men who aren't much different from decomposing corpses, try to lift the first of the recently fallen guards.

They lack strength. They do their best to do the job, however, even with the best will, they can't get the bulky body off the ground.

The fat woman watches these two newly acquired slaves with undisguised annoyance.

The town chief will shout at her when he notices that she has again spent 1 gold coin on such rubbish.

It is out of the question. She is in no way responsible for the uselessness of these subhumen and if the town chief does not see them, he will never notice that such a small amount of money has disappeared from the pot intended for his daily well-being.

The fat woman has made her decision. Firmly resolved to eradicate all traces of these two creatures, as useless as they are embarra.s.sing, from her slightly flared sleeves, two throwing knives are expelled.

Rhea didn't miss the very quick movement of this a.s.sa.s.sin who hides her game well. From her hands which leaned upwards very slightly, to her sharp stroke of the wrist, she could read each of the phases that led the little daggers to penetrate deeply the temples of the two little men.

The fat woman seems calmer. As very satisfied after a job well done, Rhea even believes she can guess a very slight smile hidden under her big nose.

"Excuse me, Madam, but could we speak with the town chief? We absolutely must..."

"He's not here. If you want to see him, come back tomorrow."

(Bang)

"All this effort to be told to come back tomorrow. You and your stupid ideas, the monk. If I wasn't so quiet, I would have hit you a long time ago."

"You're talking for the dogs, Rhea. About two minutes ago the kid whispered, (I smell a delicious fruitcake.) and when I turned around I saw that he was already gone."

…

Rhea didn't want to spend the day within the walls of this city which is home to so many suspicious people.

Maybe it was out of the goodness of his heart? Maybe he did it to get some fresh air? The forty-eight year old man may have had other ideas in mind, but in any case, Louis accompanied her when she went for a walk in the mountains.

Unlike Dimitry, who walked through the city and tasted various local specialties, far from any bandits, Rhea and her companion, who strangely insisted on walking behind her, took pleasure in listening to the silence before get back to this city where all sorts of complaints and screams resonate from all sides.

In a small inn, the young monk is busy devouring the second meat feast of his life. As concentrated by his chewing as that he may be, he does not miss the return of Louis who kindly offered to book the rooms.

The smile on this old a.s.s's lips does not inspire anything good to the young man whose teeth are tearing out half a chicken leg.

Louis controls his laughter, which threatens to burst at any moment. As a mature man with some life experience, when he reaches the table and sits down next to the young and beautiful Rhea, it is with a sorry expression, than by laying his hand on her sweet thigh, that he presents the facts.

"I booked the rooms. However, we have a slight problem. Since there was only one room left, I rented a place in the barn for Dimitry to rest comfortably."

The young monk whose mouth is full of chicken almost chokes. He hits his fist on the table, spits out his chicken and with tears in his eyes he empties his gla.s.s of cheap wine.

"You old-a.s.s b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I thought for sure you'd do it to me backwards."

Louis whose index finger has just delicately penetrated the beautiful girl's panties, wants to respond to defend himself against this attack, which is nothing but pure libel. As his finger comes into contact with a hot liquid, the man who knows life wants to deny these outrageous unfounded accusations, but seeing that Rhea spreads her thighs to allow him to penetrate her with his finger, the man who knows life refrains from comment.

And for good reason, half panting, next to him, of the sensual lips of the beautiful Rhea that open because of her excitement, half-chewed pieces of chicken fall into her generous cleavage.

Louis doesn't smile. At least on the surface.

For the audience watching this comedy, he is so shocked that he is stunned.

As a gallant man whose principles forbid him from abandoning a woman in such a moment of crisis, he nimbly unfolds his questionably clean napkin.

With his napkin covering his big hand, he makes it his mission to fetch those indelicate pieces of chicken that have slipped in between the two enormous b.o.o.bs of his charming companion of walk.

One by one, he removes the pieces of chicken from the girl's provoking cleavage, but judging that it would be a shame for Rhea if the fat spilled on her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s were left in plain sight of all, as a conscientious worker, Louis slowly wipes the huge surface that the s.l.u.t had the good idea to grease.

"What a misery this city is. I did my best, but you must know the truth as it is. Rhea, the room we will share tonight has only a little single bed for one person. Rest a.s.sured, like a good gentleman, I'll stay on my side and make myself very small."

Rhea is not a girl to whom to promise, but is one of those to whom to give.

After the towel has viciously rubbed her nipple and and feeling the finger that just went deep into her v.a.g.i.n.a, Rhea, whose straw chair is starting to get soaking wet, wants greedily to swallow the s.e.x of the man who very discreetly, insert a second finger between her thighs.

"I... I... Bed for two? Oh my G.o.d, Yeesss, two, two is better! Hum, hum, I trust you, Louis."