So I raised another point that had been troubling me. “Why are you hitchhiking?”“I hate planes. Can’t drive. And I didn’t know if I was goin... to make the trip or not. Besides, you meet all sorts of people hitching.”“Yes, that was my point. There are some people that you don’t want to hop into a car with...”“Oh, you don’t seem that bad.” She actually poked her tongue out at me. “Although, the last guy wasn’t so good.”“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned.“Oh, he was a farmer...big guy,. The carts following up the main column of troops was messily pilfered by the soldiers, setting up tents and fires in good time. Lord Alastair called to her as she walked by. “Miss Endera, set up your tent over here if you will.” He gestured to the section of the campsite where his own tent and his retainers tents were. The benefits of leadership, a voice in her head snarked as she dumped the pile of poles and fabric onto the ground.Sometime later, after the tent had been assembled and the sun. Even so, Amélie had been unable to repress a discreet shriek or two when Gérard drove her over the brink. On a third occasion her vocal approval had been muffled by Gérard’s cock. He’d fucked her mouth and sprayed her tongue and throat with his essence. She’d swallowed all of it and smiled up at him.She was irresistible in that pose and Gérard did not even attempt to resist her. He lowered his torso to cover her entirely and kissed her thoroughly and completely and with liberal use of his. She started backing away completely slackjawed.His whole midsection was gone except his lungs. A few of his ribs were even gone.As he stood up it looked like she just kept getting taller and taller. Thats when she noticed his spine unfolding the missing ribs in a zigzag fashion."It's ok honey. Help's coming." he said. His eyes dead and glossy yet the rest of his face moved normally. It sounded just like him. A drenched dead cell phone fell from his hand."And he's going to help you. I.