Marie looked at him beseechingly, her eyes begging him to intervene, to stop this man from stealing what should have been his. Louis drank deeply from...his glass, then turned away.The soldier dropped to the bed and straddled her, crushing her into the mattress. He rocked up and down, grinding his body against hers, crushing her breasts against his chest. "Oh, God, oh, God, Louis, the hair on his chest makes my nipples burn! Oh, the hair on his belly inflames me so! And his-- on my-- Oh, my God,. Put your arm around her... go on!"Dumbly Justin leaned in. Frances accepted his kiss reluctantly, but did not move away when he moved in for a second. Trying to ignore Sharon's smirking presence, he applied himself to the task, nibbling and licking her slowly responding lips."Oh my, my..." Frances sighed."Good, eh?" Sharon commented, "go on, Justin, take her through to the bedroom and show her a good time. Start with a good massage, perhaps?"Like an automaton, Justin stood and took the woman's. He lay on the ground now with Yela holding him. A noise behind me made me turn again and I saw perhaps a dozen foot soldiers with spears and swords running towards the three of us."No!" I yelled without thinking, and reached out, for the first time in anger, and whipped every rock and pebble, every loose object within sight into a hurricane of debris that circled around the three of us. Heavy, light, blunt or sharp, thousands of little pieces of debris began pounding and cutting and whipping. Logan could tell by the look on his face as he read the address that something was off. He handed the letter to Logan and walked away. She looked down at who it was addressed to, ‘Mrs. Logan Languest’. ‘Will!’ she called to him and he turned around, looking puzzled, dazed and hurt. ‘Is that some kind of sick joke, El?’ ‘You think I did it?’ ‘Well who else knew about your letter?’ ‘Jacob’s the only one that—,’ ‘And this is his way of saying he still doesn’t like me?’ ‘No, Will, he does, I.