I might have taken as much a 5 or 6 seconds to reload my shotgun and have it ready for action. Well, I didn't need it: everybody was running away as f...st as his legs would carry him.Uh-oh, I had to modify that thought. One man was standing behind Lady Sinola with a knife to her throat. He said, "I will cut her throat if you come any closer." If you harm her in any way, I will leave you to the tender mercies of the liongriths. You can drop that knife and face an honorable death at the end of my. Oh, the times she used to smear Bacardi rum across her labia until they glistened enticingly as I gazed on enraptured before crawling on hands and knees between her widespread thighs to lap her clean of every last droplet of alcohol. 'Electric Orchid', well I never what will they think of next, I've got an electric rabbit, maybe it's an upgrade on that. It is a rather tired and worn old bunny and certainly, its ears are looking rather flattened and battered. Maybe it's time I spent the weekly. Four weeks.Four euphoric encounters.Each one had ended with the same incongruent gesture. It might have seemed an odd finale to our base, unclothed duet only minutes before, but it was true to Mr. Weston's chivalrous streak, the same one that covered for my coltish clumsiness at his party and fueled a fervent crush on the reserved, attractive neighbor who let me call him Mike.How awkward I had been at that gathering, tripping on my new high heels like that. Mr. Weston, who is about Dad's age,. He could see the tears in my eyes and how upset I was, but he could also see that I had broken one of his rules. I was only 11 years old and I was not supposed to wear these black thigh-high stockings to school. There was no way I could hide my disobedience now. I walked in the door, clutching my books in front of me, almost like a shield. I wanted him to hold me and make me feel better but not until I'd had a chance to go upstairs and change my clothes. It always made me feel bad to disappoint.