“What if it wasn’t one church attacking another, but actually an attack on both?” asked Jolene. “How would we know? There were few records kept. A few victim’s list of names that were of questionable origin is all.”
“It was 400 years ago. Maybe the records were simply lost? It is difficult to find anything that old.”
Jolene turned his attention to the manuscript they had found. It was a small fragment of a much larger, but missing, piece. Thomas tried to read it, but couldn’t.
“It is written in a language I don’t understand either,” said Jolene. “Thank you for getting access to it. I don’t think the curator would have let me see it.”
“Why?”
“Because of this.”
The fragment had been found tucked away in what looked like a diary. The tops and bottoms of many of the pages had been burned. It looked like a diary someone had intentionally redacted information from, long before modern print. Jolene was pointing to the bottom of one page. The burning wasn’t complete. The name “Warren” could be made out.
“Oh come on,” he said. “It is a common name. You also aren’t German, like I said.”
“Look at it again. How do you think you were able to read it so easily?”
He looked at it again, and it dawned on him. The writing was clearly from an ancient Roman person. The handwriting was distinctive. He saw it everyday in his studies. This was the diary of an ancient Roman Catholic from Italy, not a German one.
He looked up at the two of them. He thought they would be smiling smugly. They weren’t. They looked terrified.
“Maybe we should find a place to get a drink,” he said.
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Thomas wasn’t quite sure why German beer was so famous. He was used to warm beer. He wasn’t used to beer with grainy things in it. It was potent, however. He wasn’t as upset about what they had found as Jolene was, but after a few swallows she was relaxed and back to her strange self.
The place they were in was a large beer hall. The town they were in was small, however, so the three Italians stood out. Fortunately, Thomas was tall and looked like he could seriously hurt you. He was a big Teddy Bear, but the Germans didn’t know that. They pretty much left them alone.
There’s always one, however.
The guy looked like a pig. He had a big round face with red cheeks. He kept slobbering over Paula and speaking in German. She kept pushing him away but he persisted. Thomas finally had enough and stood up. The guy was faster than he looked, and lunged right at Thomas.
A crackling sound filled the air along with the smell of ozone. The fat pig fell to the floor, twitching. Paula pocketed her device. Thomas didn’t know she carried a taser.
The crowd was silent for a second, then went back to their business. Apparently seeing Mr. Piggy sprawled on the floor wasn’t something new. The three of them paid their tab and headed back to the hotel.
“I didn’t know you carried a taser,” Thomas said as they walked.
“I don’t,” said Paula, looking around nervously to see if anyone was following them.
“Oh come on, let me see it.” Thomas reached in her coat pocket where her hand still held the device.
Only her hand was there.
“Unless you want to end up flopping around like that creep, you will take your hand out of my pocket,” she snarled.
Thomas withdrew it immediately. His mouth fell open as he stared in fright at her.
“Relax, I wouldn’t really do it,” she said. “We just need to get back to the hotel right away.”
They hurried back. Paula looked nervous. Jolene seemed calm, even amused. “Relax Paula. You act like the witch trials are still going,” she said.
“No, I act like someone without a permit for a taser. Do you know what they will do to us in this country if that guy accuses us of using one?”
“Have no fear, Paula. I have a permit,” said Thomas.
“You do? Why did you want to see hers, then?” asked Jolene.
“Because tasers don’t fill the place with the smell of ozone. Let’s get upstairs and you can explain what caused that.”
They had arrived at the hotel. Paula finally felt safe again.
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“I can’t believe this is really happening, that magic really exists,” said Thomas. The two women were making things float around the room and kept zapping the TV to a new channel. Paula had removed his clothes and put him in some sort of bind at the foot of the bed. All without touching him. He stood there at full attention, in more ways than one.
“We won’t do anything without your consent, you know that, don’t you?” asked Jolene.
“No, you just use sex to bribe me into doing things,” he replied. They looked at each other slyly.
“We just want to play a little game,” said Paula. “We want to make you cum with magic, no touching.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Well, are you willing to try?” asked Jolene. “You shoot pretty far when you cum. I bet you shoot even farther still.”
“I take it having regular sex is not an option?”
They looked at each other again. “Maybe afterwards,” said Paula.
“And what wonderful task are you trying to convince me to do now?”
“Afterwards,” they both said in unison.
“Fine, hit me with all you got.”
Paula tossed back her long hair. Jolene pushed her bushy tresses to the side. “Which of us is prettier?” asked Jolene.
“Whoa, I’m not going to answer that! You both are very pretty. I don’t rank things in my mind like some men do.”
“Oh really?” asked Paula, “And if we were to discover otherwise?”
“I see where this is going. Fine. If you can prove that I look at women as objects that can be arranged by rank, I’ll do your next task. No cheating!”
They both laughed. “Child’s play,” smirked Jolene.
He suddenly felt very relaxed. He felt as if he were floating, but looked down and saw his feet were still on the ground.
His cock was pointed straight up. Something was stirring in his loins. The blood flow had to be incredible. His cock was turning red and warm.
The two looked at him and he was ensnared by their eyes, ocean blue and ocean green. “Your element is water,” popped out of his mouth. What it meant, he didn’t know. “Both are beautiful galleons out to sea, but one” – Jolene’s hair suddenly stood out – “has sails that need trimmed.”
They both roared with laughter. Jolene blushed slightly. “It just refuses to be any other way,” she said.
“We will let you slide on that one,” said Paula. “Jolene’s hair is notorious. Now…”
She started unbuttoning her blouse. Jolene pulled her shirt over her head. He felt his cock surge. This was going to be difficult. He liked both of their breasts, but they were very different.
Jolene reached back and unhooked her bra. She had large breasts with perky pink nipples. When aroused they stood out like buds.
Paula wasn’t wearing a bra. She had medium sized breasts and large, puffy nipples. They always were erect.
“Who has the better tits?” asked Jolene.
He didn’t want to answer. It didn’t matter, he spewed it all out. As he did, his cock grew warmer and redder. “Jolene. Her nipples drive me insane, and her breasts are shaped perfectly.”
“Well well,” laughed Paula. “Looks like we win. You just ranked our tits and lost the bet. Shall we go on, or let you go?”