All heads in the bar turned toward the door as Jim entered and walked to the end of the bar. Bert asked somewhat tensely if he would like a drink. "Su...e, Bert, and I'll stand a round for these gentlemen, too!The largest and perhaps the most dangerous looking man in the group turned and seemed to be evaluating Jim. He was not only taller than the rest of the men but he also had a massively wide chest and shoulders, beefy arms, and he had the fair complexion of many of the people of pure or. I moaned. He pushed his cock in harder, grinding in every spot he could. Right there! I screamed. With the encouragement of my scream, Ayden began to thrust his hips forward, bumping me against the cold blue tile walls of the shower room. I squealed with every thrust and moaned every time he grinded his cock inside of me. You feel amazing, Fox . . . Ayden moaned when he could, his thrusting having sped up and then slowed down, then fast again. Pain was no problem anymore. It had been replaced. I made the rounds of my cabin area making sure everything was tied down or stowed out of the wind. I fueled up the generator so that it could run for an extended period if needed. I lowered the shutters over the windows that would feel the brunt of the storm and prepared to wait it out – a situation I’d dealt with many times since coming to the island. I turned on the computer and looked at the weather forecast for our area for the next few days. Things didn’t look good as there appeared to be. She'd been toying with the idea for quite some time about doing cover art for her stories and then adding a few picture inserts as well.The picture on the cover of a paper back novel has lured many a reader in for a closer look, and Prue saw no reason why that same enticement couldn't work just as well in cyberspace. She also liked the idea of mixing in a few pictures with her story, especially when there was a visual like a breathtaking view or a gorgeous dress where even Prue's magic muse.