The police organizations put the search emphasis on finding Holly's car, and given its age, its uniqueness would make it that much easier to spot. Or ...o they thought!Holly's car, roof smashed nearly to the top of the dash, was nestled half way under the old iron bridge, its doors either blocked from opening by the bridge foundation or smashed and jammed from the collision with the wall and resulting slide down the hill. Holly might have been able to see out the rear window of the car, except. Tall men with sun-bronzed skin wearing layers of thick armor with chain mail showing underneath in places, riding atop wild eyed war horses – destriers he remembered they were called – with flecks of foam flying from their mouths as they charged headlong at a breakneck pace into the embrace of either certain death or a bloody victory. The tin roof also had an added bonus for him. The falling rain was channeled into a multitude of small waterfalls, all spaced evenly apart where the overlapping. This is the point that Andy decided to come into the bathroom, I quickly pulled my fingers away from myself and turned back onto my back, grabbing the sponge and looking up at him as he walked in. He didn't buy my innocent act for one second. "Ooh, have I caught you having a little play Ruby? Naughty naughty, don't let me stop you." With that he turned and walked out again, leaving me wondering why he'd come in at all. We only have one bathroom so if he needed to pee he obviously would have had. When the pretty redhead came out of the trance, she looked over and saw her husband lying on the bed stroking his erection, and said, in a sweet soft voice, “I am guessing you want to have sex.”“The thought has crossed my mind,” Mark remarked.Sherry was still fully dressed as she got up, walked over, and sat down on the side of the bed and said, “Sarah is still up,” then softly asked, “Can’t you wait until she goes to bed?”When Mark said Sherry’s trigger phrase to put her into her altered.