The warlord had built himself a large stone castle on a hill difficult to reach except by a single, well guarded road. The hill was not high enough to...be called a mountain, but it sure looked like one with its steep and rugged sides. Turtle saw that the designers of the castle's defenses had assumed that the only way to reach it was by the road and had not expended much effort on protecting anywhere else beyond a 14-foot-high wall surrounding the castle on all other sides. Therefore, Turtle. Their drinks weren't close together so she knew it was an excuse to make contact with her. Each touch sent jubilant pulsations through her and she yearned for more. Licking her lips more often while sitting tightly against the arm closest to him, she touched his knee after saying something that had made him laugh.It was a brief touch but carefully calculated by her. When she made contact with his knee he froze like he was trying to keep it there forever. They made eye contact and their laughter. How's 11:30 sound to you?" Great." That's not too long to wait?" I think I can hold out."My grandmother smiled. "Your mother said you missed your breakfast. Howabout some cinnamon rolls. I think I have a can of those instant ones." Sounds good to me. Especially if you have some hot chocolate." Let me put those in the oven and then you can have some breakfast."My grandmother headed toward the kitchen. I removed my slippers andstretched out on the couch, placing my hose-clad feet on the arm of. You never know when...or where." She playfully stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I will tell you this, teacher-love of mine...next time will be extra special...it will be a surprise!" She winked again and said, "Conserve your strength, Mister Heller, you're going to need it!" Breanna rolled up the window and then was gone -- her little Honda racing across the lot and out of sight. It was long walk to my car, but a pleasurable one as I relived the last several minutes...again amazed at how.