This was bolstered by the fact that he had wrote down everything he experienced in his journal, documentation that was readily at hand that helped add...detail to the experience. Since there was very little deviation between his memory and his journal, though, he found that there was another piece of documentation that helped add even more pleasure to his masturbatory fantasies. It was of course the Playboy magazine his friend Mitchell had given him. In its centerfold pictorial was a picture. "If I am to leave this world, I am pleased that your face is the last I will see, Firetop," Hawk whispered weakly.It all snapped into focus then. Afraid to be involved with anyone, Nathifa had denied her feelings for Hawk with such strength that she didn't even consciously acknowledge them herself. Now, seeing him dying, she couldn't stifle her heart any longer."Hold this over his wound, I must tend to Fleetfoot," the medicine man request of Nathifa, holding out a cloth to her.Sobbing, Nathifa. Hafnan walked past the waiting families and took a seat at the nearby steel benches and watched the door. Her heel bounced excitedly. This was her first time in another country, well her first time she had been old enough to remember. She had been born in France but had moved to Egypt to be with her father by the age of four. She looked around at all of the people with alcoholized big eyes. January wasn’t the busiest time for an airport.A slender woman with strawberry blonde hair and large. Telephone. Taking one last clearing look around the flat, she opened and shut the entryway, bolted it, and as she turned, she wound up taking a gander at a dark Charger, tag XTUD 459. "Reagan?" a voice called from inside. "Indeed," she got back to, strolling up to the auto. "Eli?" What welcomed her was the most dazzling grin she had ever observed, supplemented by the most wonderful face and body joined. Heavenly Fuck, she practically gasped. Going after the handle, she got in the auto and was.