I am often on your bus but you don't really seem to know I am there Ever yours BC Now when I read it I struggled to know who BC was The only BC I knew...was Barbara Cook the daughter of Mary Cook Barbara's mum I racked my brains to see all the other girls on the bus but no name came up. A few days later I was on the bus with Barbara and sat next to her I asked her if she was in the habit of writing letters but she said no and I left it at that My daily sexual relief continued as Barbara's skirts. Thanks to Ember. Ember was feeling pretty good about that when the snag happened.“Besides,” Tayar said. “Ember will be remaining behind – he shall be able to uphold the treaty.”“I excuse me what?” Ember snapped his head up from the map to the gathered generals and Lunars.Ceaith had the good graces to look abashed. So did Chirp. Xora and Jaqueline exchanged a glance. Tayar, lovely Tayar, tried to be diplomatic. “Ember...” she said. “You’re not the Unconquered right now.”Ember flinched, then. ? Click, click, click? ?Not today lover. ?Laughed Jacquiline maniacally. As my arms started to rise. I knew I needed to roll to my knees, or my shoulders would dislocate. When I did manage to get to my knees the clicking stopped. I turned to look at Jacquiline and saw her breathing hard and wiping her sweat on her bare arm. ?Please Jacquiline; let me go, let’s talk about this.? I said. My voice cracking. ?Fuck you Constance. My turn now? She rummaged briefly in the toy box and. The next few weeks were almost idyllic. Kirsty and I got to know each other better, I told her more about my time and we learned each other's little habits. Each day I also practised with the sword, hacking at a tree trunk, developing motion, thrust, counter-thrust and most especially balance. The repetition was building muscle memory and strength. There were more small triumphs as I caught my first fish, ducks and geese using the netting from the tent. Rabbits continued to be in good supply.