John, was shot and killed by Jarvis Braxton-Clark. Oh, it was perfectly legal and above board, if you subscribe to the theory that duelling is the onl... honourable way that gentlemen can settle a dispute.Lieutenant Charles St. John had joined the battalion after Vittorio and had been posted to Captain Slade's company. On the face of it Charles was never going to be taken seriously as an infantry officer, in what was by now a veteran battalion. He looked like a milksop: a slightly built youth. ‘Thanks again for the ride!’ She smiled sweetly and flashed her eyes. ‘You’re the best!’ Her father smiled back and leaned over to pat her hand warmly. ‘Of course. And Rachel. Remember, you can always talk to us. If there is anything-.’ He swallowed and cut off as he saw her silly grin begin to fade again. He hadn’t been able to resist probing but he decided immediately to let it go. ‘Well, you know. Anyway, just give me or your mother a call when you’re done with soccer and one of us will come. He cuffed me to the bed so I couldn't move. He then tucked me in and kissed me goodnight on the cheek. I tried to turn away but couldn't help it. He knew I wouldn't be able to sleep so he went to the kitchen and came back holding a bottle. "This is a special formula to help you sleep" he said. He removed the gag and was about to stick in the bottle. "Wait Craig please stop! What are you..." He then stuck the bottle in. "Drink it down like a good girl" he said. I had no choice again. I was so. I knew any second I would explode. Then she pulled away, "Wow, yours is way bigger and harder than Bob's or my husband for that matter." Liz said. She stood up and took her top off, her proud small tits now out in the open. Then she pulled her bottoms off to reveal a neatly trimmed golden brown bush and some wonderful hips. For a lady her age she looked really good naked, better than I thought she would have. Liz laid on the bed and I was not sure what to do. I took off my clothes and laid next.