I got out and walked over to the driver’s window. Wayne, my partner, circled around the back right of the car and put his hand on his gun. I told t...e driver, an older man that looked kind of seedy and twitched like he was high on something, ‘Put your hands on the steering wheel! Now get out slowly … okay, put your hands on the roof, step back and spread your legs.’ Just then a big semi whizzed pass uncomfortably close and I turned to look at it. I heard a rustling then I heard my partner. He started kissing up my stomach softly, biting here, sucking there until his head was only inches from my nipples. I moaned once more and he smiled. My skin was absorbing his warm breath as he was brushing his lips against my left nipple. Teasing it gently, letting his tongue flick over it from time to time.My moans were getting louder, more intense, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. He took my nipple between his teeth and shook his head softly as he looked at me. He reached up and grabbed. Now they could ship food fifty miles up river before transhipping it on horses. He had also been busy getting a scribe to provide two certified copies of the reports the girls had written. He knew that, as soon as the scribe read it, the news would spread round the town of the disgusting things he had done with the captives. He knew that would get spread farther and farther until The King heard of it. He sent a set of copies of his report to The General, who delightedly read it all out,. I still had the casts on, and would for another month for the arm cast and two months for the leg, but I was allowed to do the rest of my healing at home. We held the memorial service for Missy two days later. What remained of Missy’s body had been cremated, at my request. I delivered my eulogy. ‘Thank you all for coming. When I met Melissa Sanchez in college, I thought she was too good for me, and Missy had to make the first move. In five years of dating, and five of marriage, she never.