"It's a gang, cutthroats, and they get a fine price for the young ones so I hear. They never comes back neither." Sounds like some old woman's tale," ... said."Show you tomorrow," she said, conjuring up another grin. "That pair, they tole me where I was bound, made a joke of it. Even said a name, a man's name, Hardeson I think it was." Tomorrow?" I said, feeling the blood running down into my groin as I watched her wriggle and her tongue lave her lips."Aye," she said, "too late now, dark out.". Across the border, at the far end of the alpine meadow, a herd of red deer grazed, nestled in a treeline delta. A massive thorny rack of white-tipped antlers tangled with flowers lifted above the grasses as a long-necked stag looked at us curiously, tongue flickering.We all froze at the same moment. Air in the habitat circulated in a helix, flowing down, cool and dense with moisture, from the bow mountains to the stern, where, warmed from the engines, it rose again, spiralling back up the. There were a lot of older men of all types,hispanics black white. I was hauled over to the clothing racks by Michelle I learned was her name from overhearing Lamont as he was talking to the owner, It appeared he knew him. She grabbed some short skirts and I mean short. How can I wear that I said. You will she told me, not that you realy need them. She also grabbed a few sheer tops and some crotchless pantyhose and the tallest heels I had ever seen. They were 6" stilettos I had never worn more. Once he's as deep as he can go, he pauses until I open my eyes. My lips part from the intensity of the moment... I have never experienced something so intimate, and in that moment I realize we're not just fucking anymore. "I love you, Damien Parker," I whisper and he groans, his eyes closing as he pulls back, only to push back into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight to me, wanting no space between us. As our bodies push and pull against each other, I can feel the moment.