‘You’re that Marc, the guy who is in a ménage-a-trois?’ He smiled. She looked him up and down as if she was assessing him. ‘They must be pret...y special women.’ He nodded. ‘And you must be a really special guy.’ He smiled and nodded again. Was she hitting on him, or just being sociable? ‘What about you?’ he asked, ‘I noticed you aren’t wearing a ring.’ ‘My husband died in a plane crash about 10 years ago.’ ‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.’ ‘I miss him every day.’ ‘He must have been really special.’. That was the only thing I ever prided myself on. So i guess it would be safe to say that I definitely draw attention to myself for the most part.Today had been of those days that seemed to drag on and on and fucking on. We had left our base about 2 weeks ago and were pretty sure that our CO had gotten us lost in the ranges due to the fucker never paying attention. Finally we decided to strap down for the rest of the day in a small valley and pitch tent. It wasn't long after that the guys were. Sometime during the night Charlie took himself off to his own bed and as dawn broke Sophie awoke alone and cold. She found a thin blanket on the floor and pulled it over her. She slept badly and was woken by the first signs of dawn. As she lay on the bed she wondered whether the EPIRB she had dropped in the lake would get a response. Probably not, she thought, I think it was an old type which was monitored by commercial aircraft and not one of the modern satellite-reporting devices. Where did. Our prisoner from two days ago had said that this gang had 21 members, and a quick count showed that there were 21 in the pack.Once she was sure that everybody had arrived, Hippolyte couched her lance and charged. She attacked along the front of the gang and managed to pick off two of the bandits in her first charge. I couldn’t have done anything because the bandits were on our right, and I could not have reached them without getting into Hippolyte’s way.Once she turned her horse around, she.