I look down, seeing my nipples pebble from the cold night air. Again I look up into his eyes. He's looking at my naked breasts, his mouth open, his to...gue slipping out to lick his lips. Glancing from one hard, tight nipple to the other, he has a look in his eyes like a starved wolf.I turn to run but he grabs the back of my hair and yanks me up against him, hard! He whispers something to the others in a language I don't understand and wraps his forearm around my neck.Then he leans into my ear. Ella smiled. “Well then, it’s just me and Fatima. But hey! We can always go down the Elephant. You fancy that, Fatima?” “Yeah. Sure,” Fatima agreed, sealing the seam of her three-skinner and tightening the twist. “Whatever.” Thank fuck for Lebanon’s principal export, which ensured that the next few hours passed by with rather less stress and tension than it might otherwise have done. And also spared Fatima the embarrassment of seeing Ella and Freddy make love again. Even when it was her turn. Sis and I talked and I let slip that things between me and Bruce were not all beer and skittles. What I didn’t tell her was that he seemed to have lost interest in me to the extent that we hadn’t had sex for several weeks. He kept saying work was draining him and he was too tired. If it wasn’t for my masturbation sessions I would have been climbing the walls. Amy twigged that there was something wrong and bit by bit, over a couple of visits, she dragged out the whole sorry story. I assured her. I make a few more strikes. Head, neck, torso. He blocks all of them."I believe I will call you good as well," I grin back at him.This is when the real fight commences. We block and repose. We clash swords. Neither landing a hit. I decide to move off his level. During our spar I have been calmly observing his moves, his speed and reflexes. All better than average. Now that I am warmed up I focus outward.Seeking the wind, and the ground. I start to change the gravity around me, make it heavy in.