She laid back as I went from sucking on nipple to the other. My hand was rubbing gently over her belly, each time getting closer and closer to the but...on on her jeans.I let my hand rest with the button of her jeans in my fingers as I quickly began flicking my tongue over her nipples which were now hard and erect. "Yes, baby!" she cooed as I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. I let my fingers trace along the top of her satin panties as I kept sucking her nipples. My fingers. Sure enough, as she approached, the skulls became visible. Her heart sank, and she raised a finger to run it over the arches of one skull. Dried blood.“I wonder how many died for me,” she said.“Died for you?” Patrius walked over to her and looked at the skull she was touching. “What do you mean?”“I ... it...”Darian grabbed her shoulder and shook his head. She shoved him off, but as the words came up, she swallowed them back down. Patrius didn’t need to hear her sad sob story, and the resistance. I didn't care what she was doing there. She was here with me and that would suffice for now. Anne had been dead these past three years and I had grieved enough. It was so nice to have a woman sleeping next to me again and such a comfort. My Queen looked so innocent sleeping there, so peaceful. I would delay taking her home for as long as possible. I was but a common rascal next to her. She probably grew up in the lap of luxury while I grew up with the lumps of cow pies. I took great liberties. This one was no exception. In good weather that would certainly not have been a major problem, but this storm had come up much faster than predicted – and it seemed a lot stronger. When he had left this morning, nothing more than rain and maybe a little light snow was expected. Now as he neared the crest of the heavily wooded ridges, it felt like the worst storm he had encountered in years. Jim Finley was in the middle of his second year of grad school, a business finance major. He was a good.