I could tell how strong his warms were and the sensation of his hands grabbing me gave me chills. Its ok I got you baby. Now lets try something else....Did you workout your abs today?. He asked me touching my stomach delicately. No, not yet. I answered. Ok I want you to be back on the ball and try to do v-sit-ups. Now, I know v-sit-ups are hard on the floor so I couldnt see myself doing this on that ball but I followed his command. I got on the ball and tried to do one and almost fell. He. Our artists renditions of what the ruins looked like before they were ruins? ... we used photoshop. The people loved it ... we could use color.One summer of Egypt, a fall of Rome, the winter of Greece. The lectures were free ... We didn't need the money ... but our talks took in millions that we immediately used to sponsor massive excavations ... all the while advancing the science of archaeology ... and using the name of some learned professor or other windbag so our names never appeared in. He breathed a heated sigh against her moistened skin when he heard it. His hand slipped under the leather of her baldric and lifted it over shoulder and tossed it away. He then pressed her shoulders and leaned her back slowly so she as resting in the grass, him straddling her leg. His hands moved up and down her sides and ran along her stomach and hips as he tried to feel every part he could as he sucked at her pulse point, eliciting more little whimpers from her throat. He pulled at her shirt. “If I saw you,” I started, looking her up and down, “and I didn’t know you, had never seen you before, and you were just a random eighteen year old girl, I’d think, ‘Yeah, I like that. That’s real nice. I like the look of that.” I tried to sound like a guy reducing a girl to a sex object. “Would you sleep with me, though?” Karla asked, getting straight to the point.“Come on, that’s not fair,” I smiled up at her.“Okay,” Karla went on, “You’re a guy and I’m a random, eighteen year old girl, and.