I was just about to open my eyes and automatically cover my flesh with a quilt, when a fundamental issue emerged in my mind. "Why was I ever mooning?... The next question was only the consequence of the first one, as the slowly appearing sparkles of consciousness informed me about my nightshirt scrolled up to armpits. "What happened?" Quiet moans, the smell of making out and the sound of jerking off answered me all I needed to know, and even before I raised my eyelids. "What time is it?" I. He was being moved, there was a siren, there were bright lights, then he came to long enough to realise he was in a bed and he was in a hospital. His only thought was Oh, bugger, not again!There were voices as he lost consciousness again. They seemed familiar.He next woke up in darkness. It was night and it was quiet. He stirred and immediately there was a movement by his bed. He then realised than someone was holding his hand."What?" he wondered out loud."It's all right, darling," and he knew. I scolded myself. What the hell I was doing?. I should control myself. She was talking every time and so I was just looking here and there. I entered her bedroom. The room had the fragrance of rose. There was a PC on the table. I opened the drawer and I was shocked… I saw some adult magazines. Full of dirty stories, erotic pics, and phrases.Well, it was a normal thing I thought. She is single and young. She too has sexual desires. I was just about to leave my room but there she is!!… standing. Lock all the captured villagers in the barracks—but in the name of Thor, please make sure it’s clear of weapons first.”“Standard disposal orders, my Lord?” asked Sigurd.I paused to think for a second. “No. Leave the old and lame alone for now. Kill any of the wounded who have been obviously maimed though.”“After that, we’ll deal with this,” I said, indicating the piles of bodies. “Signal the archers to stay in place; I don’t want anyone sneaking out of town.”Sigurd saluted and hurried to.