"Mr. Wang, it is always a pleasure to see ya, sir! What can I do for ya, today?" Eddy, it is my pleasure to see you! However, I come on the gravest of...business. The criminals from the Ying Chu organization in San Francisco are back, and it appears as if they have not given up on trying to assassinate you!" I thank ya for the warning, Mr. Wang. Is there anything we can do to convince 'em to leave us alone and stay out of Sacramento?" I am afraid that the conflict with Ying Chu has escalated. Then I roll over, turning my back to him. I close my eyes tightly, trying desperately to dispell all of the images from my dream that are now flashing through my head. I flinch when I feel his hand on my shoulder, not having heard him come up to my bed. He pulls my on my arm slightly and I comply by rolling over to look up at him. I stare silently at him, trying to hide my hurt and knowing that I’m failing miserably. With a gentleness I wasn’t expecting, he bends over and presses his lips. "What 'as we 'ere?" said a voice, "travelers?"Somebody pulled our covering aside, and we found ourselves looking into the bores of several muskets. I recognized the sergeant and hoped he would have forgotten me. The light was fast fading."Sit there, ladies," the Redcoat said. "Y'get down." he said pointing at me.I lowered myself to the ground, noting that there were only four men in this patrol, and they looked rather unhappy to be getting wet. "Bradshaw," said the sergeant, "g'up there an' get. “Why should I?” I asked, reaching between us to stroke your cock through your pants. “Do you feel how hard you’re making my dick, Kylie?” you countered, still whispering in my ear. “That’s why.” I looked over my shoulder and up at you, smiling softly. You pushed me closer to the bookcase, not stopping until my body was closed in between it and yours. “Kylie…” you murmured, nibbling on my earlobe. “Fuck,” I hissed in surrender, my knees going weak. I was still stroking your cock through your.