. pick things up later. You certainly looklike a man who can _rise_ to the occasion again. And again and again, I'mthinking. But now, let's get on ...ith the tale.`*It was - what - maybe two years ago, spring of 1864. We was a five-mansquad, one of who knows... Yes, I said a five-_man_ squad, and _you_promised not to interrupt. Quantrill sent a few squads, out every day byto reconnoiter for supplies. That mean hunt down any food or weapons oranything else that could be useful and bring it. They had a hired hand called Carlos with a teenaged daughter who did all the cooking and cleaning. They all kind of kept to themselves and that was all right with us."Mike wondered at the boy's lack of curiosity. He wondered if he was still in some kind of shock from the loss of his entire family.They were all carrying a lot of stuff and the going was slow once they got to the uphill part of the return trip. Ginnie made a face at the sight of the washboards and seemed less than interested in. Worse, she might curse them, or something. But more than that: She was acting totally Weird!* * * * *Steffani was smiling peacefully as she examined her arms. To her now attuned eyes, they were nearly inside rather muscular forearms. Not huge, brawny muscles of the bodybuilder. ( Those always did gross her out.) Not the thin, but wiry muscles of a racer. (They were painfully masculine.) No. These were the well-proportioned musculature of a swimmer. Yes. And her ideal of masculine beauty. Of. With careful steps, she began to climb down the stairs. The sounds of unbridled sex only grew more apparent with each footfall. With her heart racing as she finally descended to the ground floor, Lana finally laid eyes on the rutting couple. To her surprise, Jerry was on the floor, his eyes blank as his arms pushed his body against his companion. The only resistance he seemed to offer was to push against his lover as hard as he could, his soft moans with each movement marking the passage of.