” Jess did as I asked, removing my coat from her body. When her chest was revealed to me, I couldn't help but look directly to her chest. Sure enoug..., her nipples were still firm and pointed out. I was enticed by their hardness. I stared at them long enough for my cock to start waking up. Before things got weird, I broke my gaze from her breasts. “You, um. You need to change out of those wet clothes. Now.” “Yes, Liam,” she said sweetly. I didn't look at her as she left the room, every thought. Sir Edmund had little grasp of either tactics or logistics, nor had he the skill in organization required to run a battalion of infantry. Happily all these functions were more than adequately handled by ‘Gruffo’, as Major Graffoe was known, and ‘Black Fred’, as the adjutant was referred to in the battalion. Both men had been with the 69th since Lincoln; Major Graffoe was a fighting soldier through and through, and the high reputation the battalion achieved in Spain and France was due in no. You can’t help but compare your body to others when they’re all on display, and I started always wanting mine to be looking the best. My swim workouts kept me in awesome shape, but this was also about when I started doing a ton of calisthenics at home to tone up the muscles on my skinny body. My abs and shoulders and firm, flat pecs looked better and better when I started doing hundreds of sit-ups, crunches and push-ups, and dozens of pull-ups, every day.I’m pretty sure my preference for. He hadn’t expected them to be so eloquent, so rational and controlled. Powerful, really, for one so young. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t made skin to skin contact with her since he’d dragged her into the house that very first night, after he’d secured the shackles, but when she’d made her argument for her release, he’d cupped her cheek, ignoring the way she’d flinched, and he smiled with regret. And informed her that she was not going anywhere, ever.She’d raged. Lunged, kicked, lashed out. .