Blake wondered what this could possibly be. It was so unfair to have to go through any of it at all, he thought. He hadn’t committed a crime. He had...been framed. He was a cashier at a drug store, and his boss had stolen money from his drawer and successfully pinned it on him. Fortunately the judge had reduced it to a misdemeanor, but it still meant losing his job and spending time in prison. Now he was standing in a line with four other prisoners waiting to see what happened next. ‘Ok men,. I noticed movement in the trees on each side. The two forces soon came into view and I could see that the Vikings were out numbered three to one. They came within one hundred yards of each other, stopping and shouting their battle cries.As the sun rose above the horizon, the two forces advanced toward one another at a full run. The sound of swords clashing filled the air. The rays of light being reflected off the blades at times made it hard to see the battle. Men cried out as they lay dying,. Taking one last deep breath and walking unsteadily to his porch and knocking on his door. Even softly, it rattles in the frame. No response. Harder now, until I hear the sounds of him moving, shuffling towards me. The door cracks open, then slams shut. "Who is it?" We play the game, even after all this time. "Sam, it's me, Casey." Silence, as if he's processing this, but I know better. Tom Petty sings in my head: "The wa-a-aiting is the hardest part." Finally, "Kelly? That you?" I sigh.. Day and night and afternoon too. She bent for a kiss; she got what she wanted. My hands held her breasts in place, rolling her nipples with my thumbs, then I moved on to grasping her ass as it bounced on me with each rise and fall. Then Kelly began grinding on me, rubbing her clit and pussy on me as she breathed on me, heavy breaths as she felt it coming upon her, washing over her, her head rocking from side to side, then with a smile, and a sigh, she moved again to rocking forward and back on.