And I'll buy you that steak dinner. Hell, I'll buy you a steak dinner every day of your life. You saved everyone I love. You..." She stopped short and...looked at me with that 'don't know you' look that I was seeing so much of lately. "Do you remember when I said you weren't a superhero, that you were an angel?" Uh hunh." I was wrong. Angels don't kick butt. You must be a superhero." Superheroine, thank you. We've already had that debate." Uh oh. Sounds like somebody's secret identity is blown.". Her buttocks swiveled captivatingly before my eyes, which were at the same level as her rear as we ascended the stairs. Looking back on it, I am sure that she put an extra effort into her walk, knowing that I would appreciate the view, which almost made up for the pain in my arms as I struggled up the stairs. By the time she mercifully came to a stop outside the door to what was to be my bedroom, I could have sworn that my arms were a good three inches longer than they had been when I started.I. “Heather, this is going to be a good thing. I know you are nervous and you have some doubts, but this is justs sex, and we can make it fun. No one is going to do anything to hurt you; in fact, we are going to do our best to make sure you have more orgasms than you have ever had in your life. I’ll work on a script tonight and tell you what you have to do on Saturday.”“Script? You mean I have to learn lines like an actress?”“No, no,” he laughed. “This is just a plan of what scenes we are. She certainly was a fine looking and well-shaped female who rolled invitingly as she moved."That's the laird," he said, ushering me back into the dark confines of his ordinary. "He's got three of them up there, three rebel dames, well, women leastways, wives of patriot officers, all three." And he parades them like that?" I asked handing him my tin for a refill."Oh yes," the man said with a smile, "and some days he'll let his horse canter or trot. That's something to see, them bitches runnin'.