Dane dropped his unsheathed sword on his foot, the blade cut deep and hecried out in pain. It got peoples attention instantly. The cut was bad andhe w...uld not being going out with Duke's army. Some looked at him like theywould a coward and others that suspected what he had overheard looked atthe floor to hide their own guilt from those that might might see throughthem. Dane of Normandy would not find his fame and fortune in this war orany other. Dane of Normandy, whom at long last broke his. Not forever, just temporarily." She giggled. "I just read a story about a pretty school girl who had a little secret. In every way she was female except she had a little extra equipment, a nine inch prick and a set of gonads the size of ping pong balls. She went around seducing her girl friends and knocking them up. Yeah, I wish I was her. When Barry wasn't fucking me in my cunt, I'd be fucking pretty girls with my prick. I'd be fucking you right now making sure you were pregnant and then. The look on his face dropped away and it seemed like someone had justlet the air out of him. His posture slumped and he began speaking in atoneless dull manner. They couldn't really hear what he was sayingclearly, but it sounded to both of them that he was simply repeatingwhat, whoever was talking to him was telling him.They slid the doors open as quietly as possible and crept closer. Joshuadidn't even notice them. They heard him telling whoever it was that, yesit was important for the children. I needed time to think, so I packed my overnight bag. In retrospect, if I had decided on a face-to-face with, him this would be a far different story–essentially the same old tale I had lived for eleven years and not worth telling, but it didn’t happen that way. The moment I found myself picking out sexy undies and packing my favorite dress, a little, black, cocktail item, I knew what I was going to do. This time would be different–no BS, no talk–I was going to get even. Pulling on fresh.