Take another look at the house

Xabar bites back a curse at his awful luck and takes a few steps back to get a better look at the building. Perhaps he can find a way to get to Gwendolyn's floor from the outside. Suddenly he freezes, hearing once again a sound from somewhere in the yard. Quickly ducking into the dark shadow of a tall tree, he looks carefully around to see if he can locate the source of the noise.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he finally spots what he is looking for. On the far side of the yard, seated on a small bench, are two figures. The noise Xabar heard comes from the sound of air breaking through the suction between their tightly-pressed lips. Any concern Xabar had that he might have been spotted by the couple are quickly erased when he sees that they have far more important things on their minds.

"Come on," says the voice of the man on the bench. "No one is going to see us out here."

"I don't dare," responded the female. "If Mrs. Letcher finds us, she'll kick me out of the house tonight."

"She won't find out," he replies. "Come on... just one blowjob? I leave in the morning for Outer Fenstratstein, and who knows when I will get back." His voice sounds ****, and Xabar's ears perk up -- less because of the word 'blowjob' and more because of the reference to Outer Fenstrastein.

"I would, Sweetie," replied the female. "You know I love doing that for you, but..."

"No 'buts'," he replied, cutting her off. "Just a quick one... and maybe I'll bring you back something nice from the festival."

"Something nice?" Xabar detected a change in her tone of voice that suggested the way to this girl's heart -- or at least her lips -- was through gifts. That's always good to know about a lady. Gifts are easy to come by -- particularly for someone as skilled at nabbing things as he was.

"That's right.. something very nice," he said, unfastening his pants and guiding her down to kneel in front of him.

"Maybe some jewelry?" the girl asked, before using her mouth for more carnal purposes.

"Yeesss..." moaned the man, tilting his head back and enjoying her attention. "Some very nice jewelry...."

Xabar rolled his eyes. If he was any judge of character, the only jewelry this girl was going to get would be a pearl necklace, and it wouldn't be the kind she'd want to be seen wearing around town. He recognized the words and technique of a con man when he heard them, and he had little doubt it would be a long, long wait for this woman before she would see her suitor again.

"Hmmm..." thought Xabar. "A con man, going to Outer Fenstratstein for the festival.... What are the odds?" In all likelihood, this guy is a member of Blake's group, "The Family." If Xabar plays his cards right, he might be able to connect with this group in time to cash in on a piece of the action at the cultural festival.

He listened for any further information that might shed some light on when the guy would be heading out, but his vocabulary seems to have suddenly been reduced to utterances of "Oh yeah," "That's the way," and "Oh, fuck!"

Xabar would like to stick around and be able to catch the guy as soon as he is free, but he feels a bit like a perve, just hanging around watching him get his rocks off. He glances at the boarding house again, and he wonders if he should try going inside.