Recalling one story a trusted officer had told him about an instance when a larger group of Gauls attacked Pysus and his personal guard. Instead of fl...eing like anyone would have expected when facing certain death Pysus charged. Slaughtering most of his enemies in a matter moments first with the bow he carried in his saddle, afterwards with his sword. He was like a wolf among sheep or a reaper in a field of wheat. The survivors fled in terror hoping not to join their comrades in death. Such a. I headed for an arroyo I had seen in this direction, and I hoped to reach it before any of the Comanches got close enough to do me any real damage. The only missile weapons they had were bows, and I had my new Henry. I was in good shape if I could get to that arroyo in time. It was going to be close because the arroyo was 500 yards away, and my horse was heavily loaded compared to the Comanches' horses.Well, that was some more of my luck in action: I made it to the arroyo and was able to. As she was driving, she told me she was from Connecticut, going to school in North Carolina. She was 19 years old. I was already working on my masters. I am thinking to myself that his girl could have been my niece. We went to this one club, it was crazy. Hundreds of bikers, bands playing, girls taking there tops off. We were drinking and listening to the band. We were having a great time.The music was deafening. Suddenly, she turned around and stuck her tongue right down my throat. I wasted no. My job provides me a steady supply of young men who are all too keen to have a hot slut flirt and hit on them. It's like fishing in a barrel. Of course, some want to be more conventional and want to fuck but who am I to say no." christ, Helen, you're... You're a.... " Go on. Say it. Don't hold back, not now. I want to hear you say it. I LOVE being told it. " You're a fucking slut. " Yessss" she hisses "and don't you fucking love it. I KNOW you want Kate to be more slutty. I've yet to meet a man.