" I pulled off my cap and leaned over, showing her the scar that ran from the top of my right ear over the top of my head to the top of my left ear. ...Yes, I did. Guess you could say that I'm blessed." "Don't you mean 'lucky to be alive?" she asked. "No, I don't. I've been blessed," I stated. "I've a firm believer in a Gracious and Loving God and I honestly don't believe that I'd still be here without His intervention." "I didn't mean to be rude," she told me. "I don't think it was rude," I. They were quiet enough not to disturb anyone.The entertainment started following the speeches along with the delivery of copious amounts of food and booze. One could gauge the quality of the entertainment by the amount of conversations occurring at the tables. Good entertainment resulted in a quiet room. Other entertainment garnered a rather boisterous, and rude, room. George attempted to engage Charles. It wasn’t working. The best he got was a phone jammed in his face showing pictures of. Her firm C cup breasts looked so inviting as they stood so proud over her flat and very toned stomach. Her slender hips, long legs and great little ass reviled that of a girl half her age.He ran up the stairs and towards her room. He gave a quick knock on the door and walked straight in. "Holy shit!" was all he could say as she filled his eyes. "You look fucking great!" he added looking down her breasts and the very small, lacy black bra covering them, hoping that it would pop open. "What's. Where's he dueling?" I don't know, but you can talk to him when he gets back," he said reassuringly."You don't understand," she wailed, "He's going to die if I don't get to him. Don't ask me how I know, just please, I have to find him!"Sanford stared at her like she had gone crazy, "He's not going to die," he said gently, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder as though she might suddenly do something drastic."Sanford, please!" I'll take you," came a strong voice from the corner, Cynara.