"Well... That day we didn't practise more. I taught her a little bit about arm grabbing in an oil wrestling match and no more. Next day, she tried the modified bra on and it fitted her better. We started to practise safe ways to be floored. I hugged her and I instructed her to rounding my shoulders for holding on to me. I also taught her to fall opening her legs, in order to let me kneeling down without damaging her legs. It was safer to pretend that I always floored her, because I had a better control when falling than her. She seemed a little bit uncomfortable with let me hug a lot of times and falling on her, but she did not complain.
"As Shaleen was taller than me, when we fell, my face always was on the upper part of her chest. So I had an idea that our audience would love. When she was lied, I sank my face between Shaleen's breasts and tried to bite her bra. I heard her to sigh and I was lifting my head with Shaleen's bra between my teeth when she told:
'Wh... What are you doing?'
"I realised that her cheeks were completely red, and she looked at me amazed. I owed my head for releasing her bra and I replied:
'I was trying to take your bra off with my teeth.'
'B... b... it's like if you were trying to fuck with me.'
"She seemed very nervous, so I decided to take a little revenge. I approached my face to hers, I held her wraists and I rested lied on her belly, immobilizing her with my weight. And I told in a seductive way:
'I must confess that I was completely straight, but you are so lovely that I would like trying another kind of sex with you. Perhaps we will enjoy a lot.'
"She looked so astonished and worried that I started to laugh. I stood up and I tended my hand for helping her to do the same. As she still gazed at me with a strange expresion, I added:
'I was just kidding, Shaleen. I have fought against a lot of women and I never have made love with any of them. I'm not going to change my mind with you, I promise. But I think that Lord Evans and Robert will love to see me using my teeth for undressing you.'
"She gazed at me with her eyes very opened and nodded her aproval. So I put my hands on her sides, in her waist, and bending a little, I sank again my face between her breasts. I moved my head a little, as a dog that is biting a piece of cloth would do and I pulled her bra with my teeth firmly. The fastener of the bra opened and it hung from my jaw. Shaleen shouted acutely, and completely blushed, she covered her breasts. I thought that it would be more believable if I did that lied on Shaleen, so I asked her to lay with the back on the ground and I bitted again her bra between her breasts. I pulled firmly, but I could not taking her bra off, so I ask her to raise a little bit her back letting her shoulders on the ground. She did and, with the first pull, Shaleen lost her bra and, again, she shouted and covered her breasts.
"The last thing that I wanted to check was if Shaleen was enough skilled for taking my bra off. So I lied as she did before, raising a little my back as she did, and I asked her for putting above me and bitting my bra. She gazed at my chest as if it were something revolting for a while, but she obeyed. Despite I wore my bra, I felt in my breasts the heat that her brushed cheeks released. As I sensed, she was unable to take it off and I got tired of having another woman's face between my breasts, so I told:
Putting my hands in her back, I took her bra off, so, again, she shouted acutely, raised up and covered her breasts. She was sat on my legs when I returned her bra and I ask her for trying again. She did her best. She needed a lot of time but, finally she pulled and took my bra off. I did not covered myself and Shaleen, with my bra hanging on her mouth, gazed at my breasts with the eyes very opened for a moment and she averted her eyes from me quickly. I did not understand why she became so embarrassed naking in front of me or looking at me naked. We both were women, we have the same things in our bodies"
Charles interrupted and told me:
"Well, think that you are very used to get naked in front of men that you have just met, and by this, it's easy for you to show your body, but, unfortunately, other women can't do the same easily. In fact, I found extremly difficult to get an unknown woman naked in front of me at the first time."
"It's not the same, my lord. I'd never get naked in front of any man, only if I had to serve him. But I was talking about getting naked in front of another woman. I have not problem for it. I could think that the body of another woman is lovely, but I'd never get aroused gazing at it, so, I still unknow what the problem was for Shaleen."
Charles thought for a while and replied:
"She didn't like to show her body because, probably, she still thought that she was ugly. And, probably, she didn't want to gaze at you, if you was naked, in order to show respect."
"Respect? What a nonsense! I think that it's a more disrespectful behaviour to avert the eyes from my body, as if it were a disgusting thing."
Usually, Charles acted as a little child. He pulled the sheets and let my torso uncovered. And he sat on bed and gazed at my breasts. When he noticed that I was looking at his eyes, he told with a funny voice:
"Please, do not distract me. I'm respecting you."
I laughed and replied
"You silly boy."
I let him to continue with his joke. He was about to laugh and, finally, he covered me with the sheets very gently. Then I asked him:
"You talk in a reasonable way, my lord, but, I don't understand Shaleen's shyness yet. Please, tell me, would you mind to be naked close to another undressed man? I assume that you will not mind."
Charles told, after a while:
"I must confess that I would only be naked in front of another man in a military environment, and only if needed: when washing myself up in a river with the rest of the unit, for instance"
That sound strange to me:
"Were you a soldier?"
"Yes. In fact, I am still a soldier. I am here for earning more money. Please, continue with your interesting tale".
I nodded and told:
"After relating the real fight, I would like to tell you two more interesting facts. The first one is related with Lord Evans. He summoned me to a empty of furniture and clean room. They were preparing a room for our match, and Lord Evans was a long time asking me about the way to prepare a surface where we could fall without damaging ourselves. I saw him very concerned, all safety measures seemed insufficient for him. I liked a lot his worry, and I had to tell him:
'My dear Lord Evans, you are very nice for caring so much about Shaleen and me, but, please, don't worry. We aren't made of glass, we aren't going to break. Shaleen is a strong woman and I'm a well trained fighter. Everything will come out well. Anyway, We'd like to be grateful for you concern, so we will prepare a surprise for you after our match. You will like it very much.'"
Charles replied, laughing:
"How lucky the fat men are."
"Not the fat men, my lord, the kindhearted ones. OK. The second fact is related to Shaleen. I don't remember what day I did. We were dressing, I think. I wanted to know something about her, so, I asked:
'Shaleen, could I ask you something? If you find my question too tactless, please, tell me.'
She looked at me, so I told:
'You said to me that you hardly can see Lord Evans. In that case, how did you fall in love with him?'
Shaleen was quiet for a while. She finished to dress, she sighed and finally, answered:
'I will tell you. Despite he was very fat, I always thought that Lord Evans was handsome. He is elegant, fair, very polite and kindhearted and his eyes are very nice, but I didn't love him at first sight. I mocked about his weight and his excessive tenderness when chatting with the other servants, as the most of them did. Besides, he was married to Gladys. All changed when Gladys fell ill. She suffered a long and terrible disease, and the servants were afraid to get infected with her illness. But Lord Evans did not scare, he took care of his wife himself till her death. He never let her alone and his only help was Gladys' sister, but she lives far from here, and she couldn't pass in palace a lot of days.'
I interrupted her and I told:
'Coward and stupid servants. If Lord Evans didn't get ill, that means that Gladys' disease was not contagious.'
'The most of Lord Evans' servants are a bunch of bloody jerks.'
We were quiet for a time. Shaleen sat in the ground and I did the same. Then, she continued:
'I was a bloody moron. I laughed as the others about his weight. When we met after work we used to discuss how many servants will be necessary for raising Lord Evans if he fell down, and other bloody and stupid questions. At least, when Gladys illness got worse, we no longer mocked. Lord Evans tried everything. He hired the best doctors, he spent almost all his money in potions specially made for him. Nothing worked. During the last months of her life, Gladys lost her mind. My room is in the basement, but it's not far from Lord Evans' chambers. Sometimes, her wife shouted during all the night. She talked nonsense, she was delirious. They say that Gladys no longer recognized her husband; she tried to escape from palace wearing only her nightgown at wee hours, and Lord Evans had to chase her and forcing her to return her chambers.'
Tears welled up in Shaleen's eyes and she told:
'Damn it to hell! How I hate all the fucking jerks that think that only beautiful men are good for dating! It doesn't matter if a man weights four hundred pound whether he is capable of loving his wife in that way. My first boyfriend was taller than me, he was really handsome and e had a brilliant screws, he fucked wonderfully. But he left me because I wore, in parties, three times a red skirt that I loved. He kicked up a fuss to me because he preferred a blue kirt, we argued and he left me, although he promised a lot of times that he would always love me. It has no use to fall in love with a man that would left so easily, even if he is the most handsome man in the world; you'll get your heart broken.'
Shaleen stopped for a while before telling:
'But that's not why I fell in love. Some servants told that Lord Evans was not very concerned about Gladys, because he continued attending his duties as usual. He seemed usually unhappy and sleepy, but he didn't seem to be suffering. However, we were all wrong. Some day, I was carrying a bag plenty of coal to the coal cellar. Nobody remembers that I work here, by this, Lord Evans went to its roundabouts. I saw him walking to a big stone where he sat. I hid behind a tree; I didn't want to be ordered anything. And then, I saw him to cover his face with his hand and he started to cry bitterly. He was all the time hidding his sadness, and he was there for crying where nobody could see him. I find very distressing to see an adult man crying, and I felt like approaching for comforting him, but if he looked for loneliness, the best I could do was respect it.'
'I knew after that I saw him giving up. He cried that day because he had accepted that there were no hope for Gladys. From that day, he was always in my mind. I walked carefully near the stone where he cried, trying to avoid to be seen by Lord Evans. He only returned three more times, and I was about to appearing from the trees for sitting at his side and let him to unburden himself, but I wasn't enough brave for this. When Gladys passed away, a month later, I went into his audience room for offering him my condolences, as the other servants did, but he hardly looked at me; he only thanked me with sad voice. I don't know when I left to feel pity on him and I started to wish being loved by him. I passed from imagine myself next to him, comforting him, to imagine him kissing me. I can't explain how it occurred, but I love him with all my heart.'
I was surprised about her. I considered her as a little bit mad girl, but she also was very sensitive. It was not my bussiness, but I told:
'It's a pity; you love him so much, but he doesn't know what your name is. Why don't you hint at him? He feels very lonely. If you liked him, you could be very happy.'
'No. I'm taller than him, I'm ugly, I have a very little education and I have very bad
manners. He will never love me.'
'You can't know that if you don't confess your feelings to him, Shaleen. Tell it to him. If not, you will suffer during long years for an unrequited love. If he replies that you don't like to him, you'll be able to overcome your dissapointment in love and look for another man.'
'I can't confess... I'm terrified, if he told that he doesn't want to be with me, my heart will be broken in a thousand of pieces. I prefer to live with a little hope instead of risking everything in a single conversation.'
'I can't understand you. It's better to know the truth as soon as possible, instead of passing years suffering for a wishful thinking. If you do nothing, some day Lord Evans will meet another woman, he will fall in love with her, and your heart will break anyway.'
Then, she gazed at me and told:
'Chrystalle, have you ever been in love?'
'I must admit it: I've never been in love.'
'Then, you can't understand how difficult this is for me.'"
Charles gazed at me, a little bit amazed, and he told me:
"Is that true? Don't you know what love is?"
At that time, I was not sure if I was sincere, but I answered:
"Love is not for thareansies. We can't love anybody, we are devoted to serving our king."
"Before becoming a thareansy you were a teenager. In your teens it's very easy to fall in
love, even in the form of a platonic relationship. Did you love to any man although he didn't feel the same way about you?"
That kind of memories were bitter for me, but I replied:
"I will explain it. My parents were slaves, so I was born being a slave. I started to work when I was five years old. I helped my parents doing easy tasks as carrying small pieces of wood, or flowers. I don't know if my parents are alive or not; when I was eight years old, my owner sold me to a nobleman and I passed five years working as a maid for my owner's wife. Excepting my owner, no man entered in our chambers. Unfortunately, my breasts started to grow early, and my owners sensed that I would be exceptionally gorgeous when I grew up, so, when I was thirteen years old, they introduced me to a thareansy recruiter and my owner sold me to the King for a price twenty times higher than the money they paid for me. Finally, thareansies are trained only by women, mainly by old thareansies. So, it's difficult to fall in love with somebody if you hardly see men."
Charles was moved. He told, with a seriousness that was seldom for him:
"That's terrible, Chrystalle. Most of noblemen disagree, but slavery should be banned. I feel a deep respect about Henry, but a lot of things should change in Zanthoxorn."
That response was strange for me. Charles talked about Henry as if he were more for him that the boss of the miners. Really, I was not very interested in knowing more about Charles or the other miners, excepting Henry, and the miners didn't talk with me about their lifes either, but I felt curious about that. Anyway, I preferred to stop talking about slavery. I hate to be a slave, but I always was lucky. My second owner was not cruel, her only punishments were puting me on her knees and spanking me. She let my buttocks in little pain, but she did the same to her own children, so she was not very severe with me and with the other maids. Also, the most of slave childs' owners use to be smart, and they avoid damaging them, specially if they are girls, because if a girl becomes as beautiful as result interesting for thareansy recruiters, they will become rich.
But things are not always in that way. I have visited hundreds of noblemen in all zanthoxornian provinces, and I have known all kinds of noblemen. I have met some as kindhearted as Lord Evans, and I have met some extremly wicked. I have heard about a nine years old slave who died when his lord whipped him to punish him for having break an expensive teapot. You must lash very hardly for killing something, and you must be a monster for killing a little boy in that way. But it sadden me the most that the evilness is not only in the noblemen. I never damaged another woman while I fought her for amusing my lords, but I knew that there are a few thareansies who enjoy injuring her untrained and innocent foes.
How I would like to be manumited! But that is very difficult. Male slaves, if they are intelligent and reliable, can be given important positions and if they are good in them, they can be let to earn and own money, and after long years, they can buy their freedom. For women is more difficult; the only way for get their freedom is marrying. If you are a thareansy, only a rich nobleman could marry with you, because it is needed a lot of money for paying the King the price of your freedom. And for me... I will never marry with anyone , even if that makes me free, if I do not love him, because that would be another kind of slavery. Once a nobleman that I served, asked me for being his wife, and I refused. Probably, I lost my only opportunity, but I will never be free in that way. I stopped to remember that awful things and I told Charles: