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Dedra smiled to herself, the hole in her chest had been filled for the moment. She had wondered more than once since her awakening on the side of the road why she felt this way.

Conroy for his part seemed to be struggling with something, as he tucked his member back in to his trousers he cast odd glances her way. At first she thought he was simply committing the sight of her body to memory. She imagined with her breasts exposed and sex starting to leak his ample load she would make quite the sight.

Yet something told her that it was more than that, the nervous glances at the doors to the Smith gave her a clue as to what was going on. She recalled the mention of his likely betrothal to the Inn Keepers daughter. Dedra felt a pang of guilt at the thought that it might have been more than a marriage born of need after all.

Still, she had things to do and find out, she knew that she should keep her conversation to questions that might help her find her past.

Yet seeing the agony on his face made her want to at least know what was going on.