I walked over and she said, "Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you? By the way, my name is A ngie." How about letting me buy you some lunch," ... said. Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies. "What about I buy something and bring it to your house?" She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said "o.k."To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half. After a year and a half of playing, your character had fallen in love with her. This woman, who was the archer of the group, falls at the hands of a blade to her throat. Her knees buckle as she staggers, trying to breathe. Then you see her turn blue. Surely the strong man would come to aide you. The muscle of the group lunges and attacks. He is cut short by arrows from the woods. His battle cry dies down, as his sword, that sword he bled to get, is stabbed, not into flesh, but dirt. As he grips. After a couple of miles, the dogs were beginning to get over the initial burst of energy, and they slowed a little, settling down into a nice trail trot of perhaps eight or ten miles an hour, and though the two men still had to work at steering the sleds, it was a little less frantic. Still, it was another mile or so to an open field before Mike felt confident enough to glance back, to see how close Mark was behind.Mark and his dogs weren't far behind; perhaps twenty yards or so, close enough. .you see it is Friday and that is the start of the weekend or as I like to call it Mistress' time (yes she gets whatever she wants during the week too, but without work to interfere she has full uniterupted access to me on the weekend). With each new text she teased me not telling me everything that would happen but just enough to keep my cock constantly hard. I hope no one notices this bulge under my desk but oh well if they do, I can't control it. Between the teasing texts and the training.