"I looked at the latch and lifted my right foot and kicked it open. It didn't splinter, just popped. "Who's the bloody hell's that?" somebody inside y...lled as three of us tried to get through the door at the same time. We had caught one of the town's night watchmen sleeping on the job with a shuttered lantern by his elbow. With a rifle muzzle pushed against his breastbone, I couldn't say whether he looked more scared than embarrassed."Go ahead, Caleb," Beckwith ordered, "you know where his cell. You squeeze your thighs together to alleviate some of the delightful tickle beginning between your legs. His tongue moves from your neck to your earlobe - God, he’s a great kisser!It reminds you of those “study dates” in high school, your mom in the next room, necking until your knees were weak, your boyfriend occasionally copping a feel. Back to your lips again, hungrily now, but still just kissing. Those study dates ended up with you so horny you could have died, and you barely slept at all. The chickens could be heard in the yard below, as well as the early morning rustlings from the kitchen. Elizabeth sat up and stretched, making a quite striking picture. Her brown hair fell in smooth waves to her waist, and the sunlight lit it in such a way as to make it look like it was on fire. Her back arched as her arms raised above her head, highlighting her delicate shape and causing her young but full breasts to press against the thin material of her nightshift. She wiped the sleep from. I had heard it being used on my mother many times, but I had never seen it, and even in the dark shadows of my bedroom, it looked impressive.Daddy made no movement or effort to speak so I quietly tip-toed my way to the bed, thinking maybe he had fallen asleep, his previous utterance just a drunken ramble that didn't mean anything. Moving closer to him, I could see that his eyes were closed tight, and that he was breathing heavily, I thought he must surely be asleep, and I thought I would wake.