For one thing, instead of being surrounded by people my own age with all the cares of my station in life, I was mostly surrounded by young people. Som... smart and funny, some dumber than a box of rocks, slack jaws and vacant stares, living public service announcements for the dangers of a life spent playing video games. But even the dimmest bulbs seemed energetic next to the cube dwellers I'd been among for the past few years. And my immediate co-worker, a flamboyantly gay black kid named Reggie. " Sam blinked in amazement. That girl would make a great segment for iCarly: she had an eerie talent for knowing people's whereabouts and activities. Sam made a mental note to discuss that with Carly later."How long until they ar–" Carly began, but Sam quickly interrupted. She was not having sex in a storage room, no matter how long they'd be alone."OK, thanks for the warning. Bye." She dragged Carly out into the hall, leaving an amused Wendy behind. Amused, but slightly intrigued at the. The first time they went into battle with Charles they changed their tune. He was as fearless as a lion, and he was soon re named Achilles.This was during the series of engagements that became known as The Battle of The Pyrenees. Our army had to assault the French, who were not only behind fortifications but were always posted higher in the mountains above us, making each attack a scramble up a mountain side, with shot and shell being rained down on the attackers.Charles St. John led many. It wasn't a gym build though; this muscle wasn't just for display. Despite it being winter he had a natural tan. None of the orange-brown from spray-ons, or the dim, dull lifeless brown of a quick fry; no he was sun bronzed, vibrant, alive and nearly shining. He was the epitome of the word silvermane. His long straight locks reflected the light as though it was spun from the precious metal.A hard mouth with lips just a bit on the thin side hovered above his firm masculine chin. His strong.