I know exactly what you mean about being sensitive. Sometimes I feel like I have a big antenna on my head, you know? It's like I can pick up all these...feelings out there. It gets overwhelming when I feel really sensitive. Her fingers now traced the outlines of my nose and cheeks and eyes. So gently. So tenderly."So!" I jumped up to a sitting position. "What are you thinking about right now?"She contemplated the question briefly. "I was just thinking about how much I simply *adore* having you. My eyes rolled in my head. Fuzzy pain spread across my thoughts.A second crack slammed into my head and plunged me into darkness.ThrakThe riders were around me, letting out their cries, circling me, swirling their scimitars over their head. They tried to intimidate me. They had superb control over their mounts, riding so close one camel could bite the next’s tail. Their eyes were dark, all that was visible of their faces.“You boys too scared to fight me?” I laughed, throwing my arms wide, blood. This might not be the best opening, but I'd love to hear back from you with your thoughts. Too much or do you want to hear more?” Response was of course mixed, but there was still enough positive interest to show promise. The biggest challenge was finding someone local, but I was also considering the possibility of traveling if the situation seemed right. Maybe if I could combine a trip with work travel or a golf weekend, but really I only considered it as remote option. Luckily there was one. Peace could never last very long, it seemed. Word came that the Utes were on the warpath. They wanted revenge for the massacre of their youth the previous year. They were expected in a few weeks, so preparations had to be made. Cletus was elected supreme war chief, based on his successful strategy in the previous battle with the Utes. The Utes were rumored to have overwhelming numbers in the war party and Cletus was concerned about the firepower of his own men. Thus, he asked the chiefs'.