He acquired a pair of war-surplus trooper skis, laminated hickory, seven feet long, with leather bindings that laced tightly over his well-greased wor... boots, and ski poles, a pair of shoulder-high poles with laced leather grips, straps, and wide snow baskets. These skis and poles were used by ski-troopers during the war. They were painted white for camouflage.Graydon weighed a third what an equipped ski-trooper would weigh. When he strapped them on and took off across the barnyard he literally. "There are only four Praetors left," Béla explained, "one at the university, one on Deimos and two in the great ship; one with father and one spare. If I take the spare to Earth and something happens to one of the others, the group without the Praetor will be crippled."'You must promise me that you'll take a Praetor!' Elaine insisted in her mind. 'I'll know if you're lying! Your life depends on your doing this!'Béla felt saddened by her sister's madness. No one could see the future and know. Pansy had heard the entire conversation but with his penis gag still inhe was unable to ask any questions and the couple did not see anyreason to include him in the conversation, after all he was a sissycuckold, simply a servant to do their bidding.When the dishes were cleaned up and it was nearly time to go to workMs. Marcy finally told Pansy he could remove his training gag, as shecalled it and take a shower and get ready for work. Pansy had verylittle time and was still quite tired from last. Dreagon whispered ‘You have a bedroom in your library?’ as I lead him to the bed. ‘Sometimes I like to lie down while I read.’ I returned with a slight grin. We slowly lay down on the eighteenth century closed canopy bed. Dreagon rolled on top of me and took a final breath as my guard and became my lover. He planted tiny kisses over my collar bones and shoulders moving down my arm until coming to a rest at my wrist. Soft muscular hands gently cupped my breast. Dreagon placed the lightest of.