In the valley from where Norman warriors had pressed forward to cut down the pride of Saxon England, a throng of well-wishers swarmed. The crest of th... ridge where Harold's House-Carls had stood their ground until overwhelmed was alive with colour as the wedding guests assembled for the ceremony.Although I had done all I could, Helena was still not yet entirely manageable, a fact which had resulted in her being brought to the Abbey, much to her chagrin, in one of the Prince's horseboxes.. Southern boy, would you like a table or booth?' Smiling as you asked. 'Put me where you want me ma'am,' I answered. You looked me in the eye and said, 'Really? Anywhere I want you? You Southern boys live dangerously don't you?' You flirted. As our conversation took a more personal tone, I studied your face and body. You sounded and acted mature beyond your years. I guess dealing with the public has a way of honing one's sense of humor, quips and mannerisms. I guessed you couldn't have been more. " What," the Major spluttered, "Oh," She had a little overdose," Queenie suggested, "so she probably won't remember anything, what do you say?" Is she a?" the Major asked leaving the word unsaid."No, she's had all sorts," Queenie confirmed, "filthy little cow, but you like the young ones don't you, and she's yours for an extra fifty over our usual, if that's all right."Major Fforbes gazed at Miranda's lovliness through his tired old cataract filled eyes and in his mind he saw the young teenager. The snitch on this one had always been reliable before so he felt pretty good about finally getting the big guy.As he glanced around the darkened street his thoughts wandered back to his morning. A smile crept across his face as he remembered waking next to the warm satin flesh of his beautiful wife. He was on his right side and she was snuggled back against him her firm ass nestled tight to his lower belly. He let his hand slide over the soft skin of her thigh and lightly caressed her hip as.