We just brushed it off to me being sloshed and thought nothing of it. Or did we? Anyway, we were in his dorm and he closed the door. He wanted me to h...ar this song that he was writing. He was an avid guitar player and lover of country music, just like me. I was thrilled that he was sharing his talents with me, so I sat back and listened. I watched his fingers move across the chords and envisioned them moving across my body in a quick fantasy. I shook my head hoping to rid my brain of this. "Reeve, I shall lead my men to the abbey this hour! I don't want that traitor to escape. Are you with us?"Pelle nodded grimly and gave orders to his soldiers while the count also had his men leave the town. They were not even allowed to water their horses for fear of contracting the dreaded plague. The men were shocked as Pelle could sense. Their comrades and friends were all dead now, the town was in ruins, and they felt uprooted. As their horses trotted along the road, Pelle raised his. ”I brushed my fingers through her golden locks of hair and smiled lovingly as I looked into her eyes, “You're an angel, darling, you've always been the best daughter I could have hoped for. You saved me after the divorce, brought me out of my depression.”Amélie stood, her golden hair cascading beautifully behind her shoulders, her nude form in all of its glory before me and she stepped before me and said, “Then let me save you one more time father, let me bring you back from this hell you have. She had called him when she got off work, telling him she was getting the rest of the day off because the storm warning. When Jack shut the door Lauren glanced over the arm of the futon and waved at him. “So why exactly does a storm warning give you a free day off?” Jack asked, setting his things down and pouring a glass of pop. “Some of my co-workers live in that countryside area, with all the trees and practically on the side of a mountain. Without them there I can’t do my job so they just.