"Gesturing to the front of the building, she asked, "What is Samuel Reynolds doing here?" He's working," Jeff answered well aware that was not the que...tion she was asking.Julia snorted and said, "I can see. What I mean is -- why isn't he in jail?" He's a hero. He saved Maria Menendez last night from her pistol packing ex-husband," Jeff answered. He still had a hard time believing what he had personally witnessed.She was shocked by the suggestion that Samuel was a hero. Feeling guilty about the. "Well,you were too nice to squeal on or tease or shit. Besides you were sohappy, I didn't want to spoil it. I'm sorry I scared you, but I justhad to come in and say how pretty you looked and how nice you sang,whatever."She blushed and shyly looked away a moment. "I feel like a princessrescued from a dungeon," she said, facing me fondly. "I'll never forgetthis, Peter. Ever." Well, that's sure a long time being - friends, huh?" I joked, in a waywishing it was just a title more but skittish about. And sometimes, when they were afforded more privacy, they would even engage in such kisses in varying states of undress, depending on how passionate the young teenagers felt that day.But no matter how much he wanted to, or how crazy it drove him some days, Damien never allowed things to go any further than just that: kisses. The young boy had married Ava not for lust, but for love, and though the young girl was an extremely pretty little thing, her young age was reason enough for Damien not to. He stopped her, and yanked her back up by the leash. "No need for apologies, little slave, I love your spirit." He reached over and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting her head back painfully. "It makes me want to fuck you all the more." She found herself squeaking out a "Yes, Master?." When he turned and, pulling her bent over by the hair, walked briskly across the clearing. He found what he was looking for. Maybe he knew exactly where it was, having used it before, she didn't.