He let her go and checked one of the stalls. He made a face and shook his head. He went to the handicap stall. He smiled at that and looked back at he.... He offered her his hand.She stood there for a minute. She bit her lip. She remembered what one teacher told her about these boys. But she looked at Tone with his blue eyes and that silly chain with the cross on it and that smile, the kind of smile her ex-boyfriend used to give her, and his hand waiting for her.She sighed and took his hand.He. All of a sudden she pulled away.Kelly let go of my cock, pushed her chair backward and stood. When she quickly turned her back on me, I was – for a split second – convinced that this had been an elaborate joke on me after all. I was certain that in a moment the crowd would simultaneously burst out laughing at the sight of me sitting here bare-assed on a bar chair with a raging hard-on, wet fingers, and a stunned expression on my face. But I was wrong.My lover backed her shapely ass toward me. After some small talk with Alex, he left and headed back to his cabin on the beach. As he passed the old house, she was nowhere to be seen, the small truck was gone...Damn, he thought to himself...what a fool he had made of himself...what difference did it matter..it wasn't like he knew her or had even met her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind...That night as he lay on his bed upstairs, letting the soft breeze lull him to sleep, he dreamt of what she was. McAllister dismounted, with a cloth in hand, and Kira wiped the mud away while McAllister laid out the practical clothing, boots, pants, a loose blouse, and a long knife in a scabbard on a belt, he brought. McAllister reasoned if blonde hair were a rarity in this part of the world, the sight of a knife ready at hand would go a long way toward tempering enthusiasm. Kira said nothing when he handed it to her, simply fastening the belt around her waist. The egg that was in her cheek she hung.