”“I think she’d have healed quite quickly any way but thank you. May I …” I trailed off not sure how to ask but she seemed to read my mind a...d a simple hand gesture brought permission for me to reach out and stroke Sherri’s bottom. It was smooth and soft with an inner core of strength and, most importantly, only the faintest hint of unnatural pink. As our two hands wandered over Sherri’s backside the dynamic of the situation started to excite me. That Sherri would willingly, even happily. We were so excited as we made the three hour drive up into the mountains to our cabin and we talked and sang and talked some more until my cell phone rang. As I looked at who was calling, I got a sinking feeling in my gut and I glanced over at Squirt and answered the call.Of course it was our mom and, of course, they had an emergency, and, of course, they were going to be delayed a day coming up to join us. That meant that we had to fend for ourselves, again, and that they would be up just as. Unless she learns to breathe through her ears in the next few minutes, which I doubt.The first time, I let her breathe after only a little while. But when I cut off her air for the second time, I’m in no hurry. You can tell that she is getting a bit concerned. Her eyes are imploring me, and she can barely keep her hands still. She does not try to remove my hands, but her fingers are clearly itching to do just that. When she looks quite desperate I allow her a few gulps of air, before I clamp. The Black Shield had their revenge on the young private anyway. They caught him out in the open and beat the unruly man rather thoroughly, with the encouragement of the crowd that gathered round to watch the entertainment. When Stefan learned of the ambush, he asked his captain for the proper response. Taking his superior's advice, he invited the two offended soldiers to their favorite tavern and bought them both two tankards of ale to ease their throbbing knuckles. Both of the Black Shield.