Behind the central pair, two ladies in waiting were sprawling prostrate in grief. The scene was too painful for them to witness, and they were turning...away to weep against a massive stone pillar. To the mistress's left, the executioner, a powerful, well built form, in red leggings, a red cap, and a brown leather jerkin, was leaning on the handle of? a huge axe. His expression was one of impartiality, and patience. There was a suggestion of? sympathy in his face. Nevertheless, hanging from his. His hands came up, almost of their own accord, and pressed against them. They were definitely real. The warmth that ran through his chest as he did this was strange. The same chill that had run through him the day before when he had taken off his shirt ran up his spine again. He closed his eyes again, a tear forming in each. His hands came up to cover his face, which clenched in a horrid grimace. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" James said aloud, the words echoing in the room. He could already feel that he. "No, that's over. I thought things were going well, when he went out of town to see another woman. My ex can attest that I'm not much on sharing." Wow, I didn't know you guys were serious. But you're right, I remember that weekend. It wasn't one female, it was two, and he was out all night with them twice. I even have pictures."She whipped out the magazine. She had the page memorized, and showed the girls. Afterwards, she said she wished she'd had a camera, not just for Jenny, but the whole. Standing there in just her panties, she looked at her father. If ever a girl existed that would challenge a man, it was right then, right there! Very slowly, Dusty rolled her panties down off of her hips, never taking her eyes off her father, never changing her "come hither" smile. Dusty, there is no doubt, was one of the most beautiful young girls on the planet. I am certain there are some that would be considered more seductive in appearance, but then, this was Dusty's first try at seduction..