" I don't blame you. So what's the reason if it's not military? Family problems? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" No..., well..., sort of I suppose." Sort of?"...he looked down at her chocolate before looking up again and saying, "Can I talk freely, Sir?" Of course," I said."I know rumours are going around about me, Sir. I'm not a lesbian, at least I don't think I am, but I'm not interested in the boys either. That doesn't mean I'm asexual, just that I think they're all stupid and immature. Have you seen. “Good!”Béla grunted as he kicked her in the side. She realized that the kick was intended to infuriate her rather than incapacitate her – it wasn’t that hard a kick. The one he’d given her behind the bar after he’d thrown her down to the ground had been much heavier and more brutal, intended to completely incapacitate her. Even though she’d seen that one coming and rolled with it as much as she could, he’d still knocked her senseless.“Get up, whore!” Matthew yelled as he kicked her bare midriff. Rightfully, she ignored him and looked for any other bandits on her side of the coach. Sensibly, she did not poke her head out the door.The two bandits on my side of the coach were certainly out of the battle, and I did the same as Nina in looking for any more bandits. I saw nobody, so I quickly reloaded my pistol, one of the great virtues of the S&W pistols. I holstered my pistol and picked up the other shotgun from the floor of the passenger compartment.With considerable care, probably. I said, as I kissed the top of her head. She looked at me. Her blue-green eyes penetrated my soul. She was, gorgeous, in all essence of the word. Her lips, at that second, were red, full and glistening. She looked deep into my eyes, as I looked into hers. She licked her lips, as she moved closer to me. I had never wanted her more. She moved towards me, as time began to slow down. Every second like a minute, and every minute like an hour. The cocaine was coursing through my veins, and my heart.