"Come on! Come on! Come on! Come ON!" she responded, with a jerk, jerk! Jerk! JERK!My grip began to slip. Changing tactics, I snatched first with one ...and, then the other, hooking fingers over the end of my mattress.But she would -- not -- give -- up!I was distracted by the incongruity of it all. Missy? Jogging?? That was like the sun rising in the west, the moon falling from the sky, the end of everything.Feeling her bracing both feet against the foot of my bed I visualized her coiling herself. . The three of us make our way over to the a banks of tables. Food is being put out, but it is still catch as catch can. We put Saul in the center. He relaxes even more, leaning on me with an arm around Nimrod. Now he really radiates happiness, it spills out to those around us. Our table becomes some what boisterous. The simple beer that is being passed around helps too. I sink into the happiness as well. I know Nimrod is planing to leave us early, so that we have some time alone. But I also. That one worried him the most. They’d split with his men yesterday, telling them to continue on to the keep to prepare a feast. He was going to take her into the forest to Maggie. Hopefully the healer could help her. Cien glanced down at the raven haired beauty on sleeping so soundly in his lap and on his chest and felt his entire body ache. He did not want this for her. Guilt seeped into him like a roaring tidal wave. He should never have left her the way that he did. Never. He should have. . somewhere abroad… She wasn’t sure the police would really take that conversation that seriously and even if they did, could they really act on it, it would really depend on what was being used as the cause of blackmail.If this was something that really was going to work, the blackmailer would need to know what meant the most to the victim, what would be the worst thing in the world to come out, that would need to be the leverage. Samantha considered this, she realised that it was her job that.