But it was better to have some bruises and scrathces than to meet a Urner straggler emptyhanded. He was worried what he would find on the rock ledge....No Hannes, taken away by the enemy or a dead Hannes below the ledge in the rocks. But his suspicion was another one. When he reached the ledge, he thought they had taken him with them. But approaching, he saw something move slightly, a deep moan. And there was Hannes, sunken down from his sitting position. His sheep skins were gone, he lay in. ' I came upon her and gripped myself a handful of her hair and twisted her face to face me. 'What? That's not nice. Repeat that.' 'Stop it. Ow, Ow, you're hurting me. Stop it.'Page 10. 'Repeat what you said.' 'Go to Hell. I said go to Hell.' 'Did it ever occur to you that maybe you're already in Hell. Your own private Hell of my making. That ever occur to you? And how do you get free from Hell?' 'No. What? How? What do you mean?' 'Oh not. I placed my hand on hers and said okay I’m sorry I won’t do that again. She said ok. But didn’t look quite satisfied with my apologies.We reached. While I was opening the door she questioned, “Did you mean it?”I said, “Mean what?”“When you said you still do, did you mean it?”“Did I mean what? That I still want to kiss you?” I replied as I opened the door and entered. I welcomed her inside and then turned to close the door. “Do you really?” she asked. As I turned she was standing right in front. We kissed and kissed again. Then our tongues danced. My tongue probed your mouth. I caressed your hair. You looked into my eyes and could see an impish grin. Something was about to happen. It always did when I got that look. Your sundress slowly slipped to the sand. I smiled. You knew I untied the straps. You also knew I appreciated the perfection before me. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt and my shorts. We were the only people in the universe. We were primal. We were in love. You could.