Again, her painful inner struggle wasevident, but in the end she agreed. I could not sleep that night, inanticipation.We met at 10, and sat under a t...ee in a secluded part of the campus.I brought her the most special gift I could think of, a sonnet Ispent most of the night writing just for her. (It was laterpublished as the first poem in "Desperately Seeking Leah".) Shecried when I finished reciting it to her, and I put her head on myshoulder and kissed her, this time on the lips. She did. Although mine has been painful and painfully misrepresented, we do get on. The war in London is my history. Churchill, Winnie, you know ... used to pinch my cheek and tell me how pretty I was ... and then had the nerve to tell me my choice for a husband was unacceptable. I say, is there anything to drink?"Over libations, she settled into the leather couch and patted the seat, "Come tell me the story of this yacht turned warship."Andie sat and commenced, like all good fairytales, with those. Now I'm in something like the butterfly stretch while laying down. Another click at my ankles and they are pulled back toward the end of the bed. "Oh God, you look amazing. You look even better than I could have imagined." The lust is unmistakable in her voice. "One last touch. And you'll be ready for the ball Cinderella." She releases my cock from the thong and it's already so hard that it springs forward and slaps my stomach. More giggling. "Well, I guess that you're not minding out day. Did you see that? Did you see what I just did to her?"I try to sit up, boosting myself up on one elbow. I get a shove back down to the ground. I see Danny sit up, and then leap onto the kidnapper from behind. He knocks him to the ground, and then slugs him. The kidnapper pulls a gun out of his pocket."Danny! Look out!" I shoved myself off the floor, and lounged at Danny and the kidnapper. I slam his arm to the ground, forcing him to drop the gun by pounding his wrist. He drops it and flails for.