You lift me up with your hands. As I start to ride you a little faster, you move me over to the desk. And tell me to lie on top of it. Were you slidin... out of me. and I beg for you to be back inside me, and you tell me in a minute, that I will have you inside me again… but you wanted to see how wet I really was. With me lying on top of the desk, legs spread waiting your arrival back inside me, when I feel a hot breath of air on me, and your hands caressing my thighs. And I feel your tongue, run. I caught this thought stirring in myself and choked it back sheepishly. How foolish to be thinking like that at a time like this!I had my weapons; sword and dagger. They had no names, but they were no man's weapons but mine, and would come to my call. It was time to make my foray back into the north wood.≈My horse's name was Deak. He was a solid, calm mount, much smaller than Tarn had been, but no less nimble in his way. We had taken a good number of days getting me used to him, though. "Sure it is," Gwen said, "you just don't have a sense of humor." I do have a sense of humor," Ben said, "it wasn't funny." Ben, I'm sorry if you're feeling left out right now," Grandpa said in an attempt to console his ten year old grandson, "but you have to remember, Gwen is the one who's pregnant. Your cousins going through a lot of changes right now and I think it would be a good idea if we gave her as much support as we can. And right now I think that means letting her enjoy a little. We arrived, screeching to a halt, in the middle of a traffic jam. The reason for this were border gates ahead — right on The Highway!We crept slowly forward until we reached an inspector who demanded my passport, proof of vehicle ownership, and a completed form that had been shoved in the open window as we'd arrived here.Fortunately The Highway provides for its travelers. He — or she, or it, I'm not sure just what this inspector actually was — meticulously inspected everything I handed over. My.