morphEthegame

There was one female fan in particular that Billy Thatcher, chess master extraordinaire, would always remember.  Not that he thought she was pretty, because she wasn't.  In fact, the woman had been painfully plain.  The prettiest thing about her had been the awe and admiration in her eyes as she extended a black-and-white bundle to him.  He loved seeing that worshipful expression on the faces of his fans.  He'd been taken off-guard by the bundle, and not pulled away in time to avoid it.  He didn't particularly like taking things from peasantry, but the brush of the fabric against his skin made him pause.  It