They were twisting together, and looking as if they were going to kiss, but never did. The man kept running his hands all over her body, pressing her...to him, and she wound herself around him, as if she wanted him inside her. It was so hypnotic that I didn't even notice the bartender trying to get my attention.A big guy next to me tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of my trance. He asked me if I wanted a drink...Even though I had missed my chance, he knew the bartender. I told him what I. From the window of my stately house,I have seen her paraded through the streetthat leads from the port to the Queen's palace,in front of a group of captives,taken in one of those skirmishesthat erupt every now and thenin the waters and on the islandsof our beautiful archipelago,for no particular reasons but to exercise skills in fighting,and to take captives, to kill themas a deterrent to our enemies,or to make them our slaves,or, as the savage Cannibals do,to sacrifice them to their Goddessand. She slips her body to the side but continues to kiss me. As her mouth explores mine, her hands slide down my face, to my shoulders and down my arms. My hands slip away from her ass and while one slides up to the small of her back, the other grasps hers. Our fingers interlock as we make out.I cannot take it for too long, but still ten minutes of kissing ends when I roll her over and slide away from her. My robe is too warm now. I am out of breath. I lean back and stand up, Annie’s legs dangle. I’m not sure they’d appreciate it, but I’ll accept it—for now.”Doug flipped over another page. “There was also something about a new anti-gun policy?”The mayor brushed the concern away. “Oh that, it’s a sugar cube for our base.”“A what?”James waved his hands. “A sugar cube, a red herring.” Seeing he was getting nowhere, he leaned back, his eyes unfocused as he remembered a vision in his distant past. “When I was young, a friend had a Norwegian grandmother. Whenever I’d stop by in the morning.