She smiled up at him. "Yea, just fine." She took his hand and stood, letting the rain wash the dirt and grass from her body. "You know, you would b... a little better off without those clothes." She yanked at his shirt and actually succeeding in getting it off of him, then ran full tilt across the field. Gabriel gave in and chased after her. "Hey, come back with my shirt! It's my favorite!" He easily caught her and they both fell on ground, the girl pinned under him. He looked down at. Taryn’s lush curly hair twinkled in the sunlight. Her delicate face, full pink mouth and long limbs gave her the graceful look of a gazelle. Her breasts had grown into full ripe melons. Her long bright pink nipples poked through the curtain of beads. A small tuft of hair graced the little ‘Y’ at the tops of her firm thighs. She was the embodiment of beauty and fertility. Taryn had been born on a full moon at harvest. Her First Moon, the full moon following her 20 years, would fall on the first. ”“What are you saying, doctor?” Gunnar asks.“It seems the respite we are receiving is because the Scourge has something else planned,” Eisley interjects. “They have something far more sinister than we can even begin to dream up.”Gunnar’s mind races as he tries to process it all. There has to be some way to save her. I know what Eisley is going to suggest next. “What about the signal?” he asks suddenly, as if a light bulb has just gone on.“What about it?” the general asks.“If we disrupt the. I looked around to make sure no-one could see me and I took the shorts down from the hook and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were. “Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”. Inwardly I smiled.“My size,” I thought, as I immediately began to picture the kind of young, fit guy who might have worn them; I imagined that I might have enjoyed a “Tumble” with him and I began to get a hard-on. The shorts were well-dry, so the guy probably wasn’t still here. I looked.