When it subsided, she gasped for air and couldn't help but laugh a little at how amazing it was. She pulled her top back over her tits and Leon leaned...in for another kiss, which she returned but only briefly. She moved from kissing his lips to kissing his chest and as she went lower, Leon pulled the string on his board shorts and set his cock free to meet Stacey as she got onto her knees. It was Leon's turn to groan as Stacey went to work teasing and engulfing his cock with her mouth. Had he. When he kissed her shoulder she stirred and snuggled closer to him. He settled back beneath the covers and she welcomed him into her careful embrace.“Cyanide,” Maddie whispered to him.“How romantic,” he answered. “Are we making a suicide pact?”“No,” she answered. “It’s what killed the Carthusian monks.”“They were poisoned?”“By the ink,” Maddie confirmed. “The final two pages of the manuscript show an increase in the level of cyanide in the ink.”“The monks copying manuscripts would ingest small. A few bears prowled for their last food of the year, they disappeared soon after the first snow. Dave prepared for winter by chopping a mountain of firewood and laying in enough food to last a few weeks should he get snowed in. The first fire in the big hearth was a pleasure to be accompanied by old scotch, a good book, and the satisfaction that the woodpile would last through the winter. A light snow followed quickly, and Dave was thrilled to find deer tracks behind the lodge the next morning.. It didn’t take me long with my axe and machete to make a framework. There was a perfect spot between 3 solid Fir trees, nice and elevated and above where the river ever reached. Once the framework was done and securely tied together with the braided line, I covered it with Fir boughs for insulation. Then I put my largest tarp over it, lacing it down securely. Normally there wasn’t a lot of wind way down in this canyon, but no point in taking chances, I thought. I knew it often rained like hell.