" Although it wasn't our first time, nor most certainly our last; it certainly was one of the best exchanges we'd shared. I smiled and kissed her swea...y forehead, then escorted her back to her apartment gingerly as the sounds of the stud in the grass began working over his newest consort begin to fill the air. He better slow down or he'll likely go blind, or sterile, or grow warts.As I showered, I heard the newsman reporting on a new law before the Senate barring sex in cars while the engine is. "On your knees." "Fuck you," Judi spat, then whirled for the door. As fast as Judi was, Heather was faster; she reached out and grabbed Judi's arm just above the elbow. "Not so fast, Judi dear," Heather said, her voice perfectly in control. "I told you to get on your knees." She squeezed her thumb into the hollow just above Judi's elbow, causing Judi to yelp in pain and to immediately sink to her knees. "Put your hands behind your back, Judi." Judi complied, and found that her hands were. It was plain to me that a dead man fell from the wall. And whether he met his end by fair means or foul, do we not owe him a reckoning?"Sir Mercier gave a thin smile. "Too many of this host care less. There would be more consternation within these walls for a horse deliberately lamed. I laid the matter before Count Tancred and he laughed it off, saying what is one more death to this band of butchers? Count Bohemond took notice, however, and has ordered me to resolve it, come what may. Do you. Its pounding so loud that she could not hear herself think. Her chest felt as tight as it had that day. The day when she had opened this same door to find the pastor from the local Methodist church that she occasionally attended over the years and a man adorned in the bright red and blue uniform of the US Marine Corps. This was not the same Marine. But with his short cropped salt-and-pepper hair, his broad shoulders and tall, lean form, she would know him anywhere. Staff sergeant Michael.