Alas, Brittany was nowhere to be seen. Oh well, I thought, Emily's other 18 year old friends were still pretty hot, especially in their two-piece swim...uits. On the positive side, without Brittany there, I could focus on being a good host."Sweetie," my wife addressed me, "we need more towels. There is a stack in the upstairs bathroom. Do you mind?" I'm on it!" I said, and went to get them. The upstairs bathroom door wasn't closed, so I walked on in. Pow! There was Brittany in a skimpy, pink. While we were travelling to Panzyr, I got called in to settle a problem with various mechwarriors playing corridor Bocce. They are playing it in the hallways outside the barracks and Darius decided to shut it down for safety reasons. The possibility of damaging the hallway walls is just too high.I decided to host one more final match for morale reasons. Unfortunately Nekomata injured Sulphur with a miss-tossed ball and Sulphur will have to spend 18 days in the med bay. It was a good match. “It was no hard choice. I spied them animals and stepped over to take a gander at them when the hubbub died down out there. Them two are the better of the choices, but I’d change the roan out as soon as I am able. I reckon that one’ll go lame soon enough.”“How do you know?” Clint inquired.“Lift the back leg on the right. Look at the frog. It’s diseased. Your mare ain’t long for this world. Best use her til she drops.”Clint lifted the mare’s leg and sure enough saw what Smitty talking about.It’s. Beyond that, her almost child-like, apologetic air was tearing him apart!He watched her pick up her wine glass and daintily drain it, then half-smile over at him. His stool nearly toppled like a rocket silo as he blasted off it, dropping onto his knees beside where she sat perched on her own, and possessively wrapping his long arms around the almost virginal softness of her curved young body to hug her tightly against him!"Christ, baby! You're the most beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking female.