Bambi had become almost so talented inthis game of ?lady getting her way', taking pride as she used her sexual appealto gain favors and connections, t...at the rare individual not intentlydesirous of her approval or attention, could easily have interpreted Bambias a self-centered, manipulative, elitist, stuck-up, heartless, cock-teasingbitch, (albeit a stone cold fox of one). Nonetheless, in Bambi's perfect littletown of Wellborn , an individual like that was almost as rare as an individualwho. He stood, as did Belinda who backed away from him as he approached. He grabbed a knife from the table just as she turned to flee. This was a big mistake on her part as it triggered the faun's hunting instinct. Wild fauns spent their free time chasing down nymphs and dryads. Resisting just turned him on more. Tibbits leaped across the room and caught her by the collar, bleating loudly in her ear. Belinda's bodice was held together by crisscrossing strings in the front. Tibbits swiftly cut them. The regular army was bad enough. Marines could have turned this deadly.Then something happened, that I had only seen in old earth movies about the wet navy. A navy Ensign stepped out and started blowing a tune on a boatswains whistle. Really, an old-time boatswain whistle. What happened next was even more astounding.The Ensign called the honor guard to attention. And out stepped the most gawd awful, overdressed, comic opera figure. He looked like he had just walked out of a parody of a Gilbert. At that point I came alive and we had made out for about half hour or so with me nibbling on her ears tongue and neck while running my hands all over her big eager body feeling every inch of her through her clothes. After a half hour or so she had excused herself and went into the washroom and came out a few minutes later wearing nothing but her hair in a ponytail and a smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom and we stood at the foot of her bed kissing while she worked my shirt off.