An elusive stillness surrounded him, not real silence but rather a low, rushing pulse: a heartbeat, a sound he imagined the unborn hear within their m...ther’s womb. It was the sound of sanctuary. He could not recall how he had found his way into such a surreal and tranquil setting and at that moment, he did not care. He believed he had lost consciousness — was quite sure of it in fact — and was now just coming to, lost somewhere between awareness and circumstance. His efforts to grasp the. There were four small rods connected to the one inch ring, each opposite another one and connected to a threaded washer with a long screw through it. The screw had a sharp hook at one end and a little barbell looking rod at the other end for turning. At the base, there were four two and a half inch hollow threaded tubes that had a long bolt threaded through it with a very sharp two inch pin at one end and the other end had the barbell rod on it. The threaded washer holding the screw was long. She did not say a single word. I started massaging slowly moving my hand under the blouse till the stomach. I pinched her curves on stomach. She is not saying a single word I’m in heaven enjoying her. I’m breathing heavily and I can feel her breath as well. I left that day making no more moves.The day of third move. I’m super confident by now that is she is enjoying my moves and touches. She is reading some newspaper I straight away sat next to her touching my whole body on her. She is happy. .he was the last one of the group that was selected to fight me in the end...so he was obviously the best, I was excited in fighting him and a bit scared too...some people cheered for him...his name was John Cole...he was a nice looking, well built guy, he was blond and had deep blue eyes, he had painted his sword in white...I found that ironic...as I was wearing the team's Black Jacket...he was wearing a white coat which looked cool on him...from all the guys that I fought before...many would.