Edric moved ponderously. His shoulders seemed too wide, even for his height, and they rolled as he walked. By contrast, Hereward was light and gracefu..., seeming to glide along beside the larger man.The King was seated outside the hut at a rough wooden table. Moisture sparkled in his hair and beard but he did not heed the rain. Several of his Thegns and House Ceorls stood or sat nearby. He looked up as Edric and Hereward approached; gave a nod to Hereward, who moved to one side."Edric of. She felt tricked - trapped, but she would not fold. She was stronger than that. Besides, nudity was a good thing. She was proud to promote the cause with her own body. She should have done this before. With a deep breath, she launched into her intro."Good evening, ladies and gentleman. This is Porter Arragon from KCLY-TV in Crosley. I am speaking to you from the football field in nearby Hooverton. The field is an appropriate site because of the subject of our interview tonight, rather one of. " He closed the door again."Good now lets talk."He turned sideways to the pretty young cop. "Now here's the fuckin deal he said softly and firmly. "If I open that door again, I'm away for good. Now you get your information when I see your tits." Look I've told you," she said again trying to take control but he interrupted."I'm gonna count to three, and if you've not started to unbutton your shirt I'm off for good." Look," she tried again."One" he started his count."I'm not prepared to let you. They are soaking wet. She put them in the sink, washes them, and hangs them to dry. She would have liked to continue to feel the wetness against her, but she does want them clean for when Donald summons her. It's approaching mid-afternoon by the time she goes pantiless down to her living room and picks up the book she has been reading to try to distract herself. It doesn’t really work; her mind keeps wandering, wondering what Donald’s touch and more would feel like when again she will be.