With her late husband, she was active in medieval reenacting, and naturally fell into the role of Great Lady and, while not so much herself a Warrior,...a War Queen. In medieval days, male Warriors had to prove themselves in the front lines. With Siobhan in role, there was no question that she could fight if she so chose, but that her greatest value was in wisdom, and perhaps being a channel for the gods. Those familiar with the Celtic pantheon saw the war goddess, Morrigan, in her. They also. "Mark, I can not go on like that." Latrell said after taking several pics. "you are sporting a hard on, how can I photograph you with your dick showing! Wait a sec... I have an idea. Jess he will hug you and you'll raise your leg until the knee covers his cock, unless you don't agree with this pose, then Ann will do the scene." No! It's ok with me." Mark, grab her leg."Jess felt his strong hands on her creamy legs, pressing her snow white flesh against his huge member, as Latrell directed them. That would free up ‘N’, ‘E’, ‘W’, and ‘S’ for ‘neutral’, ‘enemy’, ‘where’, and ‘speed’. That would work a lot better. Use ‘Q’ for question, and ‘QWE’ would be ‘Tell me where the enemy is’. Getting back ‘6EM4NW’ would mean ‘There are six enemy ships four miles to the north-west’, which is what I would have wanted Lion to tell me when we ran across Daffid’s fleet.Once we had everyone loaded up and headed east I had lots of time to noodle with this while we sailed over to the mainland, and paper. He really should get back he knew. He took another drag of his cigarette and finished his coffee as he stared at the woman down in front of him out on the rocks. But he just couldn't stop looking, he felt kind of ashamed of himself, staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn't turn around and catch him looking but he was so mesmerized by her beauty. It wasn't of this world. Her hair was long and black as night. Her skin was as pale as moonlight. From what he could make out, it looked like she had.