You don’t need any of this grief, and it has nothing to do with you.’ ‘You’re right. It has nothing to do with me. But I see a friend, well a ...lassmate anyway, who’s hurting. Hurting terribly. I don’t really know the hurt you’re going through, but I know it’s bad. Don’t you think for a second that this is some kind of burden you’re laying on me. You’re hurting and I want to help.’ ‘Yeah, whatever. Fran I appreciate what you’re saying. I do, really. But right now I think it’s best that I be. The Princess had lived with the Queen since her mother died. In this isolated mountain hunting lodge, where Arrik was kept ‘for his safety’, he had only met his betrothed cousin once, brought to him at the time of the summer betrothal three-and-a-half years earlier. Arrik kept his low opinion of the shy, nervous maiden to himself. His ears pricked up at the conversation he heard between Connie and the butcher. ‘What is this talk of a chocolate rose, Connie?’ the Prince asked of the cook. Even. Even those weren’t great. They still weren’t proof against RPGs, and a lot of anti-rocket stuff was being bolted on in the field. That might not keep the truck from being destroyed, but it might save you long enough to get out.Vehicles were prime targets, and it was nothing to be rolling down a road and need to swerve around a suspected IED or shoot back at somebody who jumped up and let fly with an RPG. Convoy duty was the scariest thing I ever did. I swear I’d rather be in a straight up. ? I rolled off her and she guided my hand between her legs to stroke the swollen clitoris with one delicate finger. After only a few seconds, she hugged my chest tightly enough to stop my breathing before shouting into the room and thrashing as if in the throes of a convulsion. When she finally relaxed, she looked up at me with those liquid brown eyes, the most beautiful God ever made. I was about to get dressed, but she said, ?Just your briefs, Barry.? She wrapped herself in a nearly.