"Jane propped herself up on one elbow and ran a hand over the soft moundson her husband's torso, smiling at the look of pleasure on his face."Women's ...ipples are more sensitive than men's... but these seemhardwired to the pleasure centers of the brain. The ultimate addiction."In one fluid motion she climbed on top of him. Instead of loweringherself down on to his manhood, she slid part way down his legs anddropped her face down to his center breast. She sucked the large, readyteat into her. The clerk put the burrito and the Coke in a paper bag and I walked out of the convenience store and back into the flow of traffic immediately. Once again more horn honks, more wolf whistles, more shouts and yells, all followed by more curtseys on my part. I was going to play the role all the way through and having been already well-trained in a short time to go along with the butt-blistering paddling I had received, I did what I was supposed to when people paid attention to me. They got a. "He's dead," I said, and I tore the wounded man's throat out with my bayonet and then poked the survivor with the dripping blade."Yes, all right," he said, and he walked out into the darkness.I slid my rifle from my shoulder and took aim at his back when he was about a hundred yards down the trail. I had changed my mind about having one of them behind us, knowing our trail."Don't," said the girl, "Let him go."I took my weapon off cock, quickly searched the dead men's pockets and took their slim. " the drunken sentry shouted as they approached the draw bridge."Princess Lilla," Henning called."You're not Princess Lilla," the guard called, "Your voice is too low." In the cart!" Henning said."Yes it's me!" Lilla said sweetly and she smiled at the guard as the warm glow of the wine gave her a feeling of well being."Oh no, Princess Lilla never smiles at anyone." the guard said, "And anyway you're a filthy peasant, shift before I call out the guard." The Guard watched Henning walk slowly away.