She collected her things and headed for the door when the alarm bell began to sound from the gate. She opened the door and heard shouts from outside.�...�Open the Gate! Open the Gate!”As she ran across the courtyard, the gates slowly parted. Two riders crossed through, drawing to a stop in front of Marguerite. One was bundled in blankets and slumped heavily in the saddle. The other, a muscular, bearded man, jumped down and closed the distance to Marguerite. “Get help! He is ill!”She suddenly. Vasin shrugged.“He is undead.” Svend said, as though that explained everything.When John and Vasin gave him an expectant look, he continued, “Water traps the undead. They cannot move in it, or through it. That is why our walls have a water-filled moat outside. How do you not know this?”Vasin shrugged again. “The Mad Emperor is the only undead in the entire Bay, that I know of. His prison was already built when I first arrived at the island. I was not permitted inside, so I only know what others. She couldn’t go back with her father after what the bastard had done to her. She would have to stay with me. I didn’t mind and it felt good to help her. I fell asleep and started to have a dream about my wife. I saw her wearing a black dress and high heels. She had her hair down and looked absolutely beautiful. We were alone, dancing slowly to our song. This was a memory of one of our anniversaries. I had just gone through an operation and I had been lucky to survive. I had been in a car. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs as he started running his hands over my cheeks, squeezing them lightly, touching my hole, just in general feeling more and more turned on as he played with me. He then positioned himself between my legs and started rubbing his cock against my hole applying more pressure. I tried to relax but we were both dry and things weren't progressing that well when I suggested he may need to lube and to my surprise he just happened to have a large container of it on.