They leave so much evidence that they've made camp in an area or been through a place that it's almost too easy. You're on guard...none of you want to...die in the middle of this shit-hole.Slipping down the edge of the hill silently you kneal behind a large, rain soaked rock. Peeping out you spot your target. He's heading down the river with his guide. You position your rifle for a steady shot, waiting for the wind to die down. As your team readies their weapons an arrow strikes one of the men in. You see, this is not about ordinary sex. This is about loving you, a love that takes to go beyond. This is about unfurling your sails into the winds of a hard earned passion.For you, that presents a dilemma, a paradox even.You could not unfurl anything with any lack of concentration. Virtues of doing things slowly.Everything offered to you up to this point has been fast, hurried, rushed, or offered as an afterthought, as someone else bore full speed ahead intent on her own pleasure. There is. The thought to raise the weapon against Tyr suddenly occurred to me.I marveled about my own thoughts, Tyr did not need to explain to me why he wanted anything. He was my friend and that was reason enough to give him whatever he desired.”I unhooked the belt.“Eric, this sword is not what it seems and it has disguised itself to look like a Viking broadsword and it is waiting for you for a very long time. It is yours and no force in the Universe can separate you from it for long, but you are not. Now the sounds of steel clashing could be heard, and somehow this woke me from my horrified inaction."Elizabeth, put a dress and coat on," I commanded, "you heard what Master Cameron said." I jumped from the bed and pulled a jerkin from my male things, pulling it on over my corset."What are you doing?" asked Elizabeth, as she grabbed a long woolen dress from her things. You must dress in my clothes!" I will stay as Madeline," I replied, "but I must do something." I found what I was hunting for.