.We became close while chatting sometime it use to run the whole night and he started to mildly flirt with me , like what am i wearing and stuff like ...hat , i was getting turned on and i started to respond to his flirts and he grew much naughtier day by day , once by mistake i asked him what was he doing with himself and he responded that he was masturbating looking at my picture , i could have stopped but i was high too and asked him looking at what , he went crazy and started to narrate. I meant to take it out of the car before I came up here. I hope it didn't start to freeze."He saw the questioning look on her face, "It's a case of French wine. A Saudi Prince gave it to me to thank me for saving his life. I sold him the car that survived a terrorist attack. The wine is supposed to cost three hundred dollars a bottle."Bob took off his coat and shook the snow off of it and hung it up. The top of the case of wine was open and he pulled a bottle out and started to read the label.. In my silence she pulled the bridle over my head,tightened it around my face and forces the bit between my lips. I thentried to speak and were not surprised that the only sounds that left mylips are guttural beast like sounds.She grinned at my efforts to try to talk. "Yes, silly beasts do notspeak and nor most likely will you ever again."She once again looked me in the eye. "Now whilst your thigh is beingmade all pretty, I have to think up some new name for you, obviouslyJohn no longer will do.. " Lady, someone must tend to the wounded. I can't speak for your King, but in our army those that can't shoot straight become horse holders and tend the wounded in battle. Or become officers." He laughed after the last.Noia grimaced. "It isn't a pleasant thing to contemplate." Then contemplate your duty, Lady Noia. You will find that far harder than marking a target, whether or not that target is shooting back."Noia bowed her head."Sometimes in battle, Lady Noia, small things mean so very much,.