About the only non-essentials they had been able to keep were some of the pieces of art that Al and Amber had collected over the years.Even so, by the...time they were done, and the moving truck had been returned, all three of them were hot, tired, and very sweaty as they sat side by side on the couch. As they looked around, they were about as pleased as they could be given their circumstances. The apartment was certainly small, but it was cute. They were on the fifth floor of their Greystone. “Seven dead, thirteen wounded,” StoneFingers said at last. “One Knight, Sir Boras passed. Three Knights, Sir Wilhelm, Sir Jorin, and Sir Kor are wounded. Sir Wilhelm took an axe to the chest. Already got a fever that’d lay a hale man low. I don’t think he’ll be makin’ it. Jorin’s ribs been shattered by a war hammer. Lucky one, that lad. His lungs be fine. Sir Kor lost his left arm. Cleaned and cauterized the wound best I can, but there be no way of tellin’ if rot’ll set in or not. Might be he. She shook her head and said, "No, I think you'll do a better job!" I nodded, smiled, and reached my right arm around her waist. As I held her midsection, I could feel her breasts on the top of my forearm. The movement of the bus caused her mounds to rub gently on my arm. I liked it!She then turned her head back toward me and said, "Maybe it's best if I hold onto you!" She set her purse/briefcase on the floor and reached her arms behind her. She held onto my legs, freeing up my hands. I now knew. I don't want anything to go wrong. Mad at me?"He thought about it as he ate a slice of apple. "Nah. Not really. You're just being you, and plotting and scheming is what you do best. Your schemes always work out well in the end, even though your means are sometimes, shall we say, ethically challenged. Besides, you're so beautiful that it's impossible to get mad at you." That's true," she teased. She was particularly appreciative he said this when she was mostly clothed. She picked up one of the.