I open my eyes, and outside is very dark, but the room is still bright. Damien is asleep half on me, half on the bed. I try to sit up, but realize I'm...still handcuffed to the bed. "Baby?" I call softly and he stirs,"Damien... Wake up, baby." He slowly opens his eyes and smiles a lopsided grin. "Hi." "Hi... Can you please unlock these?" I ask and pull against the cuffs. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." "No problem, I'm just getting stiff." "I know the feeling..." He says and. Thomas felt the body wrenched off his sword then the male was gone. Gwayne and Gregor approached at a run as Thomas started to curse looking past the smoke. "Damn it! The ass got away!" Gwayne and Gregor started to look over Thomas at the sight of the blood on him. "Are you injured Thomas?" They asked. "I'm uninjured physically. Mentally no, I am not well. I just saw a ghost of the Talandian campaign. I thought I killed the bastard all those years ago." "A ghost?" Gwayne asked. "Yes, I'm. Emma was lying asleep on his couch, her back facing the room with Bruiser swaddled in his blanket and tucked securely between her chest and the sofa cushions. She was sleeping quietly; Bruiser was making snoring sounds reminiscent of a chain saw at idle in his living room.He walked quietly up to her so as not to disturb her (though if Bruiser didn’t wake her, nothing would) and sat down on the love-seat nearby.Emma’s t-shirt had ridden up while she slept and exposed all of her stomach and most. The reflexive jerk of my pelvis as I slide back my foreskin brings my first meeting with her sharply into focus. After a seminar on recent amendments to international tax law, I was helping myself to a plate of food at the buffet when I took a step back without looking and bumped into someone. Turning to apologise, I found myself looking into the eyes of a woman who was obviously amused at my discomfort. In that moment when our eyes met, it was a case of lust at first sight on my part..