“Okay, first third...” Mia popped her can and took a long swig. She didn’t drink beer normally, but this wasn’t the occasion for a Martini.Pau... looked at her, then at Mo, and swigged some more.Mo sighed, copied how they’d opened their cans, and copied how they’d drunk the liquid - just as if it were wine after all.“Shoes,” smiled Mia. “To catch up.”“Oh.” Paul hastily undid his and pulled them off, while keeping his gaze on Mia: standing there, in just sheer tights, that short miniskirt, and. Ithink we're all going steady." Nah, the Hell's Angels would have butt-fucked you," she said. "I didn'tget around to that ... yet."Yet?"No thanks, Brutus," I said. "My butt is an off-ramp, not an on-ramp. But as I recall, you found a wet place for the General. Thanks fornot biting him off." Silly," she said. "A girl turns loose on you, and you whine like alittle bitch. Maybe you do need a good spanking." Can spankings be good?" I asked."Oh, yeah," she said, her eyes going soft focus again. "Oh,. Rather, he shapes my curves with wonder and fascination, as if he has never really seen this subtle curvature, or plumpness, before. My ghostly pigmented cheeks are tainted cherry, momentarily. Throwing a pillow at his face, I curse myself for not thinking to cover my nudity instead. He catches the fluff, and sets it aside. A simple smile turns his full cheeks into the cutest pair I've ever seen. "And what exactly was that for, hmmn?", he coos into my ear, as he slides into bed behind me. He is. There would be the seven of us traveling in the main body and two sets of two sneaks ahead and the same behind.The King of Thieves had his stronghold in the southern mountains; he kept it there because it was nearly impossible to attack with a standing army. Thieves, being the counterpart of sneaks, simply melted away when they needed to. A large force could be seen for miles before it arrived, and this eliminated any chance of surprise by an approaching army. Our problem was that a small force.