Slowly she raises her dark lashes, revealing the stormy visualization in her imagination. Her eyes mirroring the feathery and detached clouds moving w...th the grace of a mare’s tail. Floating within the sky, the wisps and tails of the clouds tease the dry earth with the rain that evaporates before reaching the parched surface. Just as his hand once reached out to tease her spirit. One sure hoof after another grips the butte as Midnight carries her closer to the edge. The phantom rain passes. Youdon't have to do this if you're not ready." I say trying to console her.The pain I saw in her face made my heart actually hurt for her.She wiped her tears and cleared her throat and tried to smile at methrough whatever it was she was dealing with. She then said, "I do wantto... I NEED to tell someone... I'm sorry I feel the need to tell you, ifyou don't want to hear I'll understand."I quickly reassured her that I was willing to listen to anything she hadto say. I reminded her that she had. Joan looked into his eyes and sucked lightly on the head, still through the fabric. Then she reached for the waistband, pulling it slowly down, freeing her treasure. She looked down, seeing Paul for the first time in so many years. She had forgotten how large he was. For a moment she wondered, then remembered he had fit deliciously before. She licked the head. Paul groaned, a hand resting lightly on her head. Joan had not done this in so long. “Will he like what I do? Do I even remember how?”. Yes, I knew the routes. Yes, I was sure we could find a vehicle. No, I wasn't surprised to find a small motor pool above us, when 'all' the entrances were supposedly miles away. Yes, the women would be able to make it in time on foot.Then she really surprised me. "Ah was wonderin'. Does the General really have ta die? Ah mean, he's not really a bad man, now. He's treated us lots better and he just needs a little he'p. If we could get him outta here, we could he'p him get all better. Ah know we.