I was giving off a scent that drove them crazy with lust. I wondered to myself what would happen if I walked down the street naked again by midnight�...They for sure would get out of their confinement and find that bitch in heat. I could feel a wet spot on my camel toe as I continued my walk to the sound of all those barking dogs.Later that night when my tired and stressed loving husband had gone to bed I stood in our backyard in the dark and knew what I was going to do. From the reaction of the. We both peered at the tiny, disappearing line of sunlight, each engaged in her own thoughts. She is explicitly a character. Was that all to mean I am not alone in my tireless quests? She just said she fled from all attachment, and that's practically all I do in the last few years. Masking it all in some absurd image of a devoted travelling writer... Exploring the world, yeah? All in seek of some thrill, but they are getting more and more the same: places, cities, people... The thrill is long. As morning drew we entered a small village were a few other paratroopers were held up. There were four soldiers in a barn crowded around a horse stall. As we aproached we saw that they had three beautiful French girls tied to the gate. From what I could tell they were sisters. I walked up to them and they turned to greet us with a startled look. "Flash," I said sarcasticaly and leaned against the stall, "what's this?" One of the soldiers looked at me, "These are three French hoes... and there. " He raised his voice on the last word, just enough for the nearest eavesdroppers to hear it and start whispering at this new development.Stubbornly, Marigold ignored the statement and started eating. Thule went back to his magazine."You can't just sit there and ignore me," she said desperately. "Otherwise, why am I sitting here? Talk to me."Thule looked up at her, holding her gaze for a long moment, like he would refuse. Then, he closed the magazine and put it aside, "OK, dear. What would you.