Unless..."She turned away from David and collected a cape from one of the many suchgarments having on a special rack on one side of the salon. It was ...ne ofthe pink satin cutting capes and she swirled it around and over his body.David felt the shiny material float down over his body and then a slightpull as she closed the metal poppers at the back of his neck. A shouldercape was then placed on top of this first cape. He sat there in silencehis mind running with a mixture of fear and excitement.. I slowly wash across my stomach and around each breast. I squeeze the soapy cloth and watch lazy bubbles trickle down between my breasts... My thoughts are only of how it would feel to have your fingers there instead of the bubbles and I am caught unaware as you step into the shower behind me.Your hands slipped easily up, cupping my breasts, pulling me close to your chest. " What have we here?" you say. " A mermaid?"I giggle and nestle myself against you, your lips find my ear and I shiver as. ” The date of the entry was only a year old.Careful examination of one of the sealed jugs proved to be food. Fresh vegetables, fruit, nuts and jerky. She had a full meal from this, resealed the jug and set it aside for later use. If it had kept the food fresh for untold ages, then maybe refilling it would prove a boon for later when food was short. Another jug had a water sign on it. This had fresh water in it, cool and sweet to taste. She resealed this one for later reuse as well. Now she took. ”“I know how to fight, just not by anything you would call ‘the rules.’ I assume boxers aren’t allowed to gouge each other’s eyes out or push each other’s noses into their brains?” Svetlana held both fists up in front of her face and pumped them up and down. “Is this how we start?”“If you’re following Marquis of Queensbury rules, yeah. Try this.” Simon showed her a proper stance. Once she had it, he added, “Okay, but we’ve already failed on the first rule of looking like a boxer.”Svetlana.